She ran away from the nest   
 the dawn of awakenings,   
 the moon in its turmoil.  
 
 Star layer   
 on the wooden platform   
 he showed the way.   

 Do not Cry   
 do not go   
 one look is enough.   

 The day begins    
 and her lips   
 set the sky on fire.   

 Hands reach out   
 the harness hurts the back   
 the feet sink into the clay.   

 Through the narrow door   
 access wounds   
 then go up the slope.  
 
 On leaving   
 more noise  
 nothing but the caress of the grass.

 Point a flame   
 between the shavings   
 of the fire of god.   

 escape   
 from the cave    
 lyrics and romance.   

 Lean   
 on the edge of the cliff   
 sunset creatures.   

 One by one   
 incise the board   
 passing bags.  
 
 Don't go up to the attic anymore   
 go through the corridor,   
 the wheat has arrived.  
 
 Orifices are poisoned,   
 crouched   
 marauding reason. 
  
 Fini,   
 we won't go to the woods anymore   
 cut juniper.   

 The straw pinions will fly away   
 past the time of scratches   
 sous le vent de planèze.   

 deposit   
 Laundry   
 in the wicker basket.  
 
 A bouquet of daisies, blueberries and poppies   
 on the curb,   
 the weather is stormy.  

 
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 Glue   
 nose against the glass   
 waddling from one leg to the other   
 the child observes the mist   
 dont les fines gouttelettes     
 captent la lumière   
 live balloons   
 devenant coulures vibrantes   
 for accelerated  
 throw down. 
  
 winter is crying   
 dehors un froid sec   
 saisissant les jambes   
 despite the woolen socks   
 and the corduroy panties.  
 
 A last horse will pass   
 in the deserted street   
 ahanant   
 smoky nostrils   
 slamming the damp pavement   
 of his shoed hooves. 
  
 There's courage in the air   
 the top of the buildings caresses the mist   
 d'au dessus la rue principale   
 où ronfle quelques moteurs toussoteux. 
  
 Emergence of memories   
 inscribed under the skin   
 the semaphore child   
 see the lights   
 through the blisters of the sea. 
  
 there is sand    
 in the joints   
 du passage à niveau   
 obligeant au ralentissement   
 la bête humaine au loin    
 lâchant ses panaches de fumée.   

 I will hear the heavy convoy   
 pace on the short rails   
 un rythme glacé 
 grimant  le tireté des nuages   
 à la queue leu-leu 
 parsemée des souriantes branches de lilas.    
  
 Mom, it is raining   
 the snow is falling   
 it hails.  
 
 That we are close to the stove.  
 
 Mice nibble the floor   
 sous la plaque de tôle de la Shell  
 water drops bead    
 on the ceiling on the pipe   
 it's condensation   
 Mom will pass the towel   
 nailed to the broomstick.   

 Christ will know   
 la couronne d'épines et le vinaigre   
 de ses yeux d'Aubrac   
 à faire tourner la bille bruyante 
 in the upturned iron lid.   


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