At the crossroads

Collection n ° 8

Edited in January 2025 , 281 pages , 116 texts , 116 photos

Leave
In crocs and crins
On the way
Towards the projection of nothing
Without email that goes.

With simple memory
Gaining dry stones
Under the push of the crosspiece
Bearing harm to the ardent
The evening
In a crucible from nowhere.

I am
I believed
In the fire of silence
Be able to tread the horizon
In large crew
Burd of words of honey and spirit
Even in the claws of the order
To
From barbarism to holiness
The shards of flesh
Poured on white paper.

All moves

Collection n ° 7

Turn out in September 2024 , 313 pages, 117 texts , 117 photos

At the end
Y’A la Mer
The opening
Towards so many mysteries
Like lifting the furniture covers
In a holiday home
Long uninhabited.

Regain
In this shadow theater
Is admirable
Where to dodelline the head
Touches reality from the end of dreams
When the Tintouin of the party
Enabling the magician's air bubbles.

It moves
Such drops of water from the bucket
In front of the half-moon rooster
Edge by the cardinal points
Fragile field flowers
Entrant
In the fricassee of yellow pieces.

Machicoulis of words of grace

Collection n ° 6

Edited in March 2024 , 309 pages, 100 texts, 100 photos

Machicolation of words of grace
At the main door of the turn of emotions
Do the little puppets
Under the scented canopy of holidays
To rock the sweet child.

I admit to take cottage
At my friend the poet
To the curved universe
When rising from the bottom of the valley
The Break of the Spirit.

May our steps on slabs
Break powerful
The Code of Habits
And propose to the pillory
The darkened admonition of our lessons.

Such a sweet look

Collection n ° 5

Edited in January 2024 , 295 pages, 107 texts, 107 images

A glance
On the side of the Marguerites
Long stems
Coccinels going up.

A glance
Be
Fresh sharing
Everyday words.

A glance
From you to me
With feet joined in the puddle
From me to you.

A glance
From elsewhere
The trace of a passerine
Fleeing

To touch reality until the end of dreams

Collection n ° 4

Edited in October 2013 , 265 pages, 105 texts , 105 photos

Words from time to time
Butterflies zigzag
Near
Welcome and collect
Transparent
To have been
Be
To be
Resonated
This additional little character
In front of the open image book
Pleasures, love, friendship, nature
And many beautiful things
For an eccentric happiness
Vertigo of memories
The heart on the alert
On the surface of the tissue paper.

Ascension beams

Metamorphosis of hair
In its cataclysmic livery
Stands the centurion of the solution
Before the History Court.

Brewed
Fire flow
Emitting a buzzing of bees
Where the horizon strap vibrates.

Discover in the sky
His inseparable companion : the silence
Working to gather the echo of the words to be transmitted
At Sinai resonances.

An armed mouth
Closed on this spine
Like biting in life
Near the nucleus.

Braving the beaten track
Thickened by the heavy skin tunic
Gathered gold and myrrh
For the marriage of the King and the Queen inner.

Voyage
From inside outside
Our heroes have started
Under the archivolt of contemplations.

Solo walking is required
By the release of congestion
Towards transcendence
No., Souls ready for Concorde.

Thunderous pride
Dissolved in the snow
Labyrinths of the past
The finely carded skein

Crossing of energies
The will to understand the other
Heaven and earth in Parousia
Argue of the royal way.

Periodic purge eliminates slag
Everything burns the initial size
Where anchors and slings
Whistle in the storm.

Earth and fire meet
Moving face to face
The trance bearing the wonder
In the ascent beams.


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It happened to raise his arm

It happened
To raise your arm
To transmit a final message.

How strange
These sentences that infiltrate
To keep silent.

Silence for silence
Like on the radio
Through snow.

A breath of wind
Then the blue sky
In a fall thrill.

I write to you with my hands
Shadow of a last message
Of my ship in perdition.

Bonjour
How are you ?
All this reflected in the mirror.

A long time
I encountered the wall
And the words polluted the connection.

Infiltrate
Between the clouds
The refused of the question.

Who am I ?
A lining of the real me
Without the bird arising.

I have ten fingers
And only know how to do it
If not to flee.

From the back of the heart
In the better day breakthrough
I forgot my armenia paper.

Could it be that
Be or cross
The channels of acting.

Wisdom heard
In the land of the dead
The man is very small.

Shadow
Crown arrangement
On the stone of mysteries.

No answer
In this world of human warmth
Only the chest sighs.

In front of blood tears
Without a writingr available
The source is hidden.


I come from another land
Whose light is low
At the Dream Office.

We hit the door
Pine pines bite dawn
It's time to throw the big envelope in the mailbox.

The night before
My pencil broke
Like the needle of the counter blocked in the red.

Refine is not easy
When weaknesses and defects
Offer to throw everything.

Someone listens
Meeting him would be fabulous
Until the individual shades.

Touching thought by dark night
Specifies at the nearest eight centimeters
That the sight is at the bottom of the corridor.

White scars at the base of the neck
Produce high silhouette
In the background.

Halo effect
A man is there
Who struggles violently in my belly.


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Herself

Herself
That we go to meet him
Withered from the ones of memory
She spreads the unexpected
A finger
Out of the framework of the awakening
In removal of vision
Returned as a child to verbiage
Wear of the moment
Against the wall of a return
Eclipse
As you sit on the stone
Stars of the five associated ships
To velvet guipures
Heavy with refined dust
Eternal return
Poetry is injured in us
Breakdown act out of sleep
Epilogue feast
In the dazzling sun
Mugging
That a dry dry herbs fire
Faridondaine of always
Parody of truth with terrible precautions
In gravity
Like the wing -fed bird towards twilight
A new day
With the ocean shade
Horizon of trees and cogues
Placed in the center of the cloud
Eclipics vertigo
Breaking the thought
Hybris -stuffed missiles
Announcers of the Hurricane
Dazzling
I'm
On a dead world
Without leaving a mass grave
Under the shadow of the city
Obligatory passage
From here and elsewhere
The light that springs from the night.


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Output entry

Entrée
Sortie
Ne dépendent que de nos avancées
Cette mise à jour continuelle
À faciliter la jonction
Entre Lumière et Matière
Ces deux parties de notre cerveau
Mises en exergue de notre origine
Calquée sur le flou des abysses
Pour parler de Soi
Quand le reflet se fait hiérarchie
Sur notre planète
Refuge aux hasards des suppositions
Depuis qu’en bout du tunnel
D’ardentes et bonnes manières contenues
Avons mené notre vie
Selon le plan de notre être intérieur.

Point de freins
Les colonnes de l’absolu
Ont maintenu le plafond des circonstances
Hors d’atteinte
De l’amas des galaxies
Promptes à manifester leur existence
Par le petit bout de la lorgnette
Tenue à bout de bras par l’homme vitaminé
De la Science le phénomène alpha
Alors que s’enfle la nécessité
D’aborder les épreuves au tamis des bifurcations
Heureux décorum d’un avenir fait des pleins et déliés
D’un accéléré de l’information.


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Listen if it rains

Listen if it rains
Et puis pas
N’écoute pas
Sois le pas de plus.

Regarde et suis
L’autre là aussi
L’ombre portée
Du prix à payer.

Mange et digère
Pauvre hère de là-bas
Sans hâte sans repos
Le mégot au coin des lèvres.

Se rebeller
Belle engeance des enfants
À la queue leu-leu
Sous le regard des freux.

Feu de terre
Feu du ciel
J’attache donc je suis
L’araignée d’eau du sans-soucis.



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