The storm rumbled   
by his lightning birth    
at the bottom of the corridor    
to the sound of the mirlitons of childhood.        
 
Mom was moaning   
Dad here and there waddled    
and the torn paper of the living room    
granted the emotion at the moment.        
 
There was blood    
au salon Westminster    
by a line of the moon    
the door was on fire.        
 
The divine women    
concealed more than one treasure    
on the red fruit platter    
consumed with caution.        
 
Was placed on the market    
our eternal quest    
hanging mistletoe   
with grandparent candles.        
 
Rise from the depths
ornaments and pomp
in the hollow of the valleys
the gentle wind blowing.
 
Creamed up close    
this joy of accomplishing    
transit to the detriment of oneself    
like the law the order.        
 
Shadows under the eyes    
mitts of reason    
the wooden shoes brought back from Saint-Flour    
organized the uproar.        
 
Seized, full foot    
I knew I had to leave    
The right way    
eaten away by boredom.        
 
Branches spread out from the mill        
the hill was climbed    
by sprinkling the flour    
Grandchat ahead of us.    
 
Beautiful souls passed    
chasing their reflections    
men and women of the land       
towards the corridor of the Chosen.        
 
Alone on the slope    
to contemplate the sky       
the stars were crying     
in front of the bitter chasms.        
 
Bet and discount    
of this violent effort     
the violins redoubled with pickets     
under the sudden downpour.        
 
Let's not lie anymore    
think about ocean values    
the coming days    
and waltz at night.        
 
I do not forget you    
only at the end of words    
sometimes thanks to some instinct    
let's snap our fingers un veni vini vici.        
 
Skipped fittings
they aligned the precious stones
on the counterpoint
the scissor of emotions at your fingertips.
 
Octave rustle of wings    
announce the frost    
heater on    
beautiful and noble cupbearer.        
 
Dozen estimated follicles    
those were good years    
you and me in healing to be    
under the cedars of Bonnieux.        
 
Point of novelty    
without the call and its echoes    
with stained glass    
of these hours of short straw.        
 
From a piece of bread     
mouse gray yeast    
the bread was stretched    
and the cover set.        
 
Do not fear the return    
lukewarm things    
let's be the brain feverish thoughts
accustomed to the old hovels.    
        
Disjoint plates    
blackened by wood fire    
in the hearth placed here    
straw chairs in front.        
 
Back from the fields    
to chirp and sing    
may rivet closes soldiers helmet     
in the trench.            
 
Shadow puppets with fine chopsticks    
on the crepe paper castelet    
dance the charivari    
concern to appear.        
 
If not to be    
handrail seeking flesh    
by counting time     
accept the letter and the spirit.        
 
Confident, moved
a finger in front of the lips
the shadow rose    
in the flight of the falcon.        
 
was dusting himself    
the brave knight    
manses and tenures as far as the eye can see    
straight as a bully.                
 
They fitted together
fear and its pain
in the spokes of the wheel
as the asphalt ripples.
 
Mother Goose    
unrolling the last moult    
suckling snake    
came the solar arrow.        
 
Decorated and covered with pearls     
water and sun mixed    
escaped the adagio    
through the soundholes of our strange rhymes.        
 
The best is yet to come    
from one wave to another    
stretch the ridge mossy    
towards the borderless dawn.        
 
 
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