Tonight
before the songs of Hildegard
watchtower planted in the wild grass
a pinch of salt on the fly
against the hull of visions.
The carriage drives away
on the stony path
perspective mission point.
Just an outstretched hand
whose fingers are silent
when cool
bridesmaids flower dresses
of contained laughter
in front of the old man with the galoshes of wind.
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The open in me
the open for the other
open to others.
Eye flip
shells in the reflection of the free exit
through the eyes of the animal.
From childhood
we were on the forecourt of appearances
the support of remonstrations.
To write the full and the loose
from pinnacle to pulpit
to go up the slope.
And then the day was pure essence
and the flowers opened
drumming call of the minstrels.
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The bow of the walls
in the deep moat
inscribes Certainty.
What seems certain
it's death.
The New is always uncertain
a little new one does more than the old one
he is able to extract.
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Did you see the wind coming
and the flower depart ?
If the wind blows back
the flower perceives nothing.
The flower walks on air,
no on earth,
the flower walks on nothing.
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To climb towards the needle
precedes the descent into the abyss
the wise collar of the bearded man of oblivion
one hand bend
my blossoming soul
on the windowsill
elk sign
footsteps in the snow
to watch themselves undress
the branches of their honey muff
slow but still audible fall
tiny smiles dusting each other
arm outstretched towards the horizon
what does evening call
the line of light
announcing under the door
the return of the birds
to their nocturnal niche.
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Get out of the waters
open up to the presence
think why be there
understand what is happening
do not confuse the feeling and what is
devote his life to formulating high intensity formulas.
useless servant
do one's duty
by feeding the little ones
protecting her babies.
Life asks for something else
life requires love
so i eat love
and my heart warms
because love is food
love is spirit.
Become the Servant's Servant
have pity on the Master who has understood nothing
comes the time to exceed the duty
get out of morality
change things from top to bottom
name pride
name the almighty
be light very light
in front of the rising breeze.
So,
come from what was
in order to be again
in the coming of what comes
the good in the things of the Spirit.
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At nightfall Quand le vieil océan racle les galets. Yes I accept D'être de mots démuni Devant le vol ultime D'avant la raison. Stubborn walker D'arbres et de pierres sèches constitué La mer devant soi Être vertical À l'appel du dernier regard. Not drunk Juste cette douleur à la hanche Stigmate du dernier combat. I join the crumbs of the feast Disposées tôt matin. 435
Over the tense
mount the green reason.
When the hoopoe passes
the memories come back.
The splash of the stream
reflects sovereign rating.
In the blue of the sky
the top cutout.
The cool morning wind
bend the tops of the trees.
Two fingers resting on the porthole
so that the dead mother may live.
The hoarse roar of the plane
raise the dark image.
The shutter creaks
you will have to get up.
Illustrious moment that the award ceremony
when the step is heavy to climb the stage.
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It's the salt that does it
that's what makes me
it's mine for yours.
Pass the fricassee of starlings
to the chirping of our instincts
a remonstrance
and pffft !
without precedence
raw flesh
grab the handle of the tool
to hammer the iron
in the eye of the cyclops.
He is angry
that over-saying sets ablaze
when the bad wind blows.
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From all sides Montent des gouffres Les animaux tristes. outside the assembly Point de joie Juste du papier froissé. In the corridors of love Ronfle l'assentiment Du jeu de perfusions. too much wandering Nous élirons le plus charmant L'homme au polo blanc. There is no opinion that remains Face aux tragédies Les circonstances provoquent les dérapages Que les vrilles de la vigne Encanaillent d'un sourire. Stowaways on probation Les fleurs du printemps suffirent à nos désirs D'alignement du temps en syncope. 434