In the silence of the place   
 those arms around your body   
 renew the momentum   
 without arousing fears.  
      
 The exchanged songs return   
 along the shores of the past   
 murmur of water   
 to the wind bending our illusions   
 half-closed eyelids    
 the flight of the kingfisher   
 trait of sagacity   
 on the river of talkative souls
 crunching under the heel askew   
 arms bound by this alliance    
 without words   
 forgetting the time of exchanged bloods   
 narrow passage from one bank to the other   
 accompanying the embrace   
 delivered to heaven willing    
 to receive us   
 you and me   
 coming out of a storm of hearts.  

    
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 Son gauze body   
 her jet black hair   
 on the beach   
 in the morning ocean scents.  
    
 scratching from her dress   
 the undulation of his loins   
 she rode the wave   
 with a siren's laugh. 
     
 Stirring the air   
 with her arms as a woman painter   
 she signed the future   
 with a final embrace.
      
 Raising her fingers   
 towards the opaline pupil   
 she offered her joy   
 at the eye of the needle.   
   
 To the songs of the earth   
 she preferred the clear note   
 postponing until tomorrow   
 la couronne de thym.  
    
 Moon Shard   
 of his leprechaun walk   
 the marram grass caressed her ankle   
 renewing the call. 
     
 Dust extended to the comma   
 By the words that the wind flies   
 the height of his desires   
 raised a temple. 
     
 On the fire the bubble pot   
 one evening wandering   
 presence in this   
 in the salt of history.      


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   Go and come to me horse with a brown mane   
 at the locks of life   
 ride the shadow animal palinody.  
    
 Usual rule to consult   
 without memory operating   
 fragrance from the shades of memories.    
  
 To wake up in the middle of the night   
 groping without fear   
 be absolute quest. 
     
 win the silence   
 experience the resource   
 towards the effectiveness of secrecy.   
   
 Never go back   
 at the risk of being visible   
 when the rumor spreads.
      
 Her power is perfume of May   
 cheerful is reality,   
 fulfillment of the One. 

           
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 The gesture is heavy   
 the steep slope   
 the pebbles roll   
 the insects squeak   
 the barley of an undulating caress   
 sign the invisible breath.  
    
 The thoughts fly in the wind   
 offer themselves to the primordial silence.   
   
 The chest swells   
 I'm crying
 at the passage of an absolute sun   
 traces of tar laid   
 on the pavement   
 going down to the port   
 with an exhaled odor   
 par la vibration de l'ordre postural.   
   
 Straight before the Last Supper   
 food litters the table   
 hands go up   
 to fully join   
 over the sovereign peace.   
   
 Appeal to the highest degree   
 Shard of Lucidity.   

   
427

   Recitation of the Flight of the Starlings   
 in front of the rustling hives   
 enter into ceremony   
 stack the supers   
 enamored bees   
 countless journeys   
 for note by note   
 raise the clamor   
 under the canopy of the beeches.   
   
 Accommodation at low cost   
 in the hotel opposite   
 get lost among the alleys   
 restore the image of reason   
 restore silence to its truth   
 open the suitcase   
 take out the file of lost souls.      

 I will manage alone   
 in the hubbub of metaphors   
 to throw darts   
 against the wooden door   
 after crushing the butt   
 In the ashtray   
 offered by an aperitif brand.    
 
 The lamp winked    
 then went out    
 in the temple where all is consecrated   
 the comings and goings of the walker   
 have become more mysterious   
 par accommodation  
 to end with a kiss
 the descent into the crypt.
 

    
 426

   In the blink of an eye   
 just enough to give a sign of life   
 before the jump.  
    
 By the curls of the mind   
 accumulate dry dates   
 at the gates of the desert.    
  
 Click the tongue   
 under the Romanesque vault   
 where everything comes together.  
    
 Lower still   
 naked among naked bodies   
 grab the potbellied frog. 
     
 From ravine to ravine   
 the tree our refuge   
 guides the breath. 
     
 Walk until extreme fatigue   
 where the weeds   
 invite us to fly.  
    
 Big eyes    
 like coat racks   
 collect the seeds of chance.   
   
 The sun on the prowl   
 crepe the stone wall   
 bridal veil.  
    
 Looks like in the country
 the arrival of the hermit
 mossy steps.


  425

 That face so wise   
 by the fiery parade   
 gave to the forest tussocks   
 the wrung-out nebula of a stormy evening.  
    
 This in front of the rage of the torrent   
 punctuated by the cry of a raptor   
 incensed with a strange embrace   
 the cornice with the words exchanged.   
   
 The man and the woman   
 by their feigned otherness   
 praised their quest for vision   
 under the consecrated waterfall.  
    
 UMBRELLA ! Yes, what you've been through makes sense,   
 to have seized this moment of encounters   
 by the synapses of your puzzle   
 allow you to put on the golden fleece.    

  
423

 On the floor   
 backlit dew droplets   
 to propose   
 on concentric rings   
 to get out of the cave   
 to dance   
 illuminated by the sea of ​​origins   
 alternation of shadow and light   
 with uncertain limits   
 engendered by return of tradition   
 without it being imposed   
 at the bottom of the page   
 to push the stone in front of the excavation     
 as if it were easy to do it alone   
 to this room   
 to the bird cages hanging on the walls   
 open doors   
 to no longer stand   
 rapid descent    
 cross the crevices
 towards the débrédinoir  
 filled with the bones of our ancestors   
 to squirm in the arrivals hall   
 to finally cross the threshold   
 and find the View.  

    
424

 To travel freely   
 I was allowed   
 to enter through the hole of origins   
 see the animal with remarkable power   
 riderless and indomitable   
 under the mists   
 revealing as the day rises   
 the matriarchal breath of the tall beeches.   
   
 Twice I turned around   
 and find the way back   
 at the passage of the ondine   
 to drive the cedar plank into the ground.  
    
 I intoned the song of souls   
 the shells open to speech bubbles   
 and danced   
 feet feeling on the ground   
 the birds with their wings weaving a crown    
 on the water with rippling bubbles   
 that the bridge of realities encumbered   
 before waving the goodbye handkerchief.    

  
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