Adorned with their flamboyant shields
the knights of Elianthe landed
of colored vapors of perfumed essences
the powerful breath
the flexible amble
capturing with their hooves
the energy of things covered .
Weapons Click Point
no fierce faces
point of medieval accoutrement .
Just a light breeze
puffing out the tulle veil
at the chapter entrance .
Asked who was there
of the order of ceremonies
from the depths of secret things
from the light mist of the eyes
of the demand of the forgotten of life .
The steeds reared up
in front of the inter-living platform
finely threaded
laughing skewer
passing travelers
haves of grave icon blessing .
flowers and words
laughter and black eyes
the human cohort of broken hearts
was shaking
light marouflage on our mother earth
twirls dances in wide dresses
music made and unmade
the established order of things .
We were entering the night of the soul .
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( painting by Elianthe Dautais )
The dragon of the soul
Mascot of curved horizons. Of the luminous dream of the woman the star sifts to its quintessence the missionary man. Long is the way sand wrestlers duty is chap freedom seekers no exchange of words just the reflection offered to what is . garden of your face momentum of our mingled hearts honey spring home between my consumed soul and the shadow of the dragon . I make and undo the scattered for this exposed body measure of the mystery that has arisen during emergence of the mists let dawn the trick of words. I blinke the eye gentle embrace of torn veils evocation of love top hearts times to come. 231
at 42 there is the door of the industrious
At 42 there is the door of the industrious .
Here no beautiful letters ,
nothing but a parabola
in the sense of the good Samaritan .
Collapsed ,
he was lying on the pavement ,
passed the passers-by from oblivion ,
even disappearing
in the contractions of our soulless hearts
drip
glances
thrown into agreed affliction
like time on an empty shell .
Then ,
turnaround ,
the door opened ,
insistently
this hand reaching out to him ,
l'unique .
Poor man ,
beaten ,
he was lying ,
covered in sores ,
devoured by the stigmata of his imperfection ,
weakness he didn't want to see or name .
Pierced ,
humiliated ,
bare ,
at the bottom of the hold ,
he was gripped by the freshness of a balm .
Finally he obeyed ,
he was free ,
out of person ,
out of all other mingled .
He was coming back to him ,
he was born ,
he was giving birth ,
he knew .
standing up ,
he took his clothes ,
inquired where he should go ,
face in light ,
the generous look ,
the sure step ,
to offer people to meet ,
the sweet smile ,
of those who know ,
than behind surpassing oneself ,
hides the beauty of the beauty ,
the amber of the sperm whales of the spirit .
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As light as a feather
As light as a feather
an angel passes
at the edge of the forest .
In the depths of waiting
lis not precise
panting
the void is there .
The halter unties
the beast points its muzzle .
An aurora borealis in acme .
A flock of wild geese
lift the clouds .
The risk is pressing
the heart beats against the ribs
a heavy rain calms our ardor .
It could be that succeeds
to the terminal momentum of our calls
the song of our infallible loyalty.
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as light as a feather
As light as a feather
an angel passes
at the edge of the forest .
In the depths of waiting
lis not precise
panting
the void is there .
The halter unties
the beast points its muzzle .
A flock of wild geese
lift the clouds .
The risk is pressing
the heart beats against the ribs
a heavy rain calms our ardor .
It could be that succeeds
to the terminal momentum of our calls
the song of our infallible loyalty .
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live in the shadow of what is
Living in the shadow of what is
living without a head
soft abscissa
against the elegant order
of the increasing curve
the space of a breath .
Open the closet
Enter into the unbinding of being
objects standing guard
out of their meticulous utility
without the offer being made .
Let's not eat our white bread
let the pigeons descend into the arena
between concrete walls
to peck the Viennese crumbs
to cross the worry
phone stuck to ear .
Pregnant
her hand against her hair
she causes
then sits down
fingers
hidden by the metal upright of the canopy .
I get confused
this twist
seated
hand to temple
the bag at the bottom of the chair
immobile .
She will tidy up
vials and jars
without forgetting the tea bags
then close the door
in a silent spring afternoon .
That a vapor covers the glass
that arises the ooze of a vision
may the master turn off the light
we can then
live in the shadows
the calm delight of an endless day .
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stretch a quarter of an hour of waiting
Stretch a quarter of an hour of waiting
from tiling to bluish fresco
chalk cooled hot lips
bath
toothbrush
somersault of reflections
at the leap of the Unknowable
the forger's bulbous haunts with his rough paw
wall wounds
nonchalant banality
rustling source of graphics
Fans of Dreams
by a spring sun
where the old-red bus brushes past me
shadow and light
between the dog and the rabbit of the dashboard
the roar of cars
immobilize the gesture
parents crossing the street
their babies in hand
a woman pushes the pram
hints of voices behind the closed windows
this tendonitis at the base of the neck
forces me not to back down
a roaring scooter
a couple walk holding arms
a boy on his scooter
and then silence, a few seconds
Otherwise nothing
The pharmacy sign flashes its green cross
once the cross was red
a wall painted in trompe l'oeil
with the steeple of a church
I go
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the smile of the cast iron plate
Passers-by passing by
buy the item ,
go through the door
then disappear
the time of a time that thickens ;
~ temptation of a key to turn .
Slap ,
adamant answer ,
simply designated skin ,
velvet tongue ,
It'sshovel of the carnival float the consonants that have happened .
The manhole cover
was ,
in its tar ,
décation ,
an indentation of gaiety on its moon face .
Don't imitate him ,
Do not transform his cement suit
in celestial identity .
Be the receptacle of his chaos .
Dissent .
Have the courteous gait of a chance salute .
Respect his silence ,
what the tales say
don't choose .
Know how to be courteous .
have the word of peace .
be the good one .
Be the bright .
Have a crooked smile
behind the Venetian .
And if the step hurries ,
give importance only to your body which thinks .
Be foot by foot the shortcut of the soul .
Climb the slope ,
for a fair look at the auction ,
explode with beauty .
It could be that your legs ,
without cutting yourself off from your being ,
get out of the trap of a changing space .
Divine rose descended from the ceiling .
To be the spirit of this lay of love .
That a passerby passes ,
the shadow moves ,
the breath gathers the energies ,
a voice points the way .
" Walk between heaven and earth "
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how old are you my son ?
To tell me that the child has grown well
that it is eternal
Like the eternal youth of the world .
From another land
You came
And I ask to hold you back
Out of chimeras
Out of the times when the force no longer prints .
You took me by the hand
Without question
Without certainty
With just the need to live your time .
You didn't need any help
To affirm your identity
A dose of absolute animated you .
I had already accompanied your hesitations
Your heterodoxy seemed to me inextinguishable
Without assigned domain
You could harm the institutions .
You could laugh at my senility
Things in place you didn't care
You were widening the existing gap
Between the official company
Of the man covered with medals
Of man in the secret dungeons of the mind
Working out at risk of being hurt
The endorsement of false protections
The Wallpasser of Stellar Chaos .
It was not the first time
That there was disagreement
It was all about roots
Of those that the established order reinforces
Of those who passed through the sieve of the crisis
deserve to resurface .
You my child-apprentice
Shards of the Spirit
You engrave the symbolism of our relationship
In the land of the Fertile Crescent
You spell fasting
The text of foods to come
where to meet .
You knew how to read the esoteric cipher
From everyday life
You knew how to decipher the cry of children
From among the bells of societal rhetoric .
you were arrogant
But without arrogance access point to the kingdom .
You knew how to bring out the sheaf of sparks
On the stone of sacrifice
And wield the sword of decision
Individual and collective .
Your words were simple
Girded with this ability
To get literature out of its ruts
To spell out fundamental data .
You knew
And yet
Humble
You invited us to detention
On this land among the ruins
Where to collect the immemorial humus of the devastated crypts .
You picked up what was lying
You the incarnate
Anxious to discover the alphabet
In the palm grove of an oasis without injury .
You were embarrassed
By the shackles of certainties
You
This storm's end light
Carrying far the purpose of your trip
Initiation Marker
Printing on the pediment of temples
tolerance .
My future
My son
Ma congruence
my eternal child
You came
And hold you
in rebellion
To tell me
casualness
From this laminated era
By great pain .
My strength
I'm sorry
able to gather
The scatter of our rags
At the heart of discernment .
You renew the secret of the creators
Your peregrinations are the shattering injunction
To be the whole being .
you the bridge
You the door
you the way
You the necessity
You knew how to find the trace
To disembark by breaking and entering
Unheard Origin Messenger
And live between these unlikely relatives
The rest of your age .
Shakes
Get out of your cave
And come twist my arm
On the anvil of worldliness .
Be the inflexible transgression .
Libertarian wanderings .
be quick
The amazed comet of summer nights .
Be the leap out of the trench
Hit by a sharp arrow
Drunk from a sepulchral stupor .
And if sometimes you were the child-apprentice
It was only for laughs
Leaning on the curb
fiery epiphany
Out of the fountain's ultrablack waters .
My child of evenings spent by candlelight
You are manifestation of the invisible within the visible
Occurrence of between appearances
Nourishing expressions of openness .
You the founder of labyrinths
Drafts
The white horizontality of your cries in the hold
Evokes and contaminates
The floating enigma
Of the life of the moment
Escaping the nuclear flashes of disorganization .
You have no more limits
You are priceless
Hairline
Immaturely withdrawn into your haven of suffering
Glowing indentation in narrow rationalism .
You are reason and emotion
In burning letters
Written on the barn door
Between the bat and the rabbit's foot
Your vegetable puff pastry
spans the codicils .
You are the protruding belly
Of these rituals
Decors
Agapes
Where to melt the brass of our dazzling .
You got on your way
You aside
Clicking of your undone body
You who left
Moreover
A little
Who loses wins
You are the stake of the possessed of tradition
Searching for the original germ
you are above all .
You are dead and reborn
Spirally destined
Bypassing the ordeal
Offering on the altar of destinies .
I'll make good use of your fits
I would know how to drink from the murmuring springs
Like in the early days
In my wandering comrade
Steadfast thuriferous of our quest
My sea conch and my highlight .
My brother
My God
my disappearance
My eternal wound
My fresh mango
Under the fig tree of our expectation
I will start and start again
Of love and pain
A fourbir
The surge of joyful fraternity
Of all existence
O my companions .
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muted poetry
Poetry rears the words Elle The multicolored skein Torn by its own enigma She blooms and is silent She waves Foam rolls Elle s'amuse ruse abuse She fuses She ricochets She sneers she laughs yellow Without denying oneself She opens She offers She cannot submit to the established order She's fooling around She encarte by her fragility The chiaroscuro of thuriferous glances His organization is relentless She is freedom She spots She punctuates She squats in front of the toddler She levitates beyond propriety It cannot be satisfied with the curvature of time She's falling off the ladder The eternity of beginnings She crowns the street child with a papal miter At full throttle she laughs at the nuances It contains the trolls and the leprechauns She erects Calvaries with a caress of a feather She embodies half-words The daily mishmash She is a flame sprung from the rustle of crepe She is quiet And then Was Backlog She is ant To make reality miserable She is cicada By its ability to marvel From the worries of tomorrow In high winds Loose hair It is sandy track by the sea Sur un vélo bringuebalant It is built along the way Wandering to be Elle L'herbe folle des no man's land The acclaim of the bud in spring Along the road It collects waste It recycles plastics Of the guttural roar of its pipes Elle orgue le cervidé aux bois du Roy she is music And if the night surprises her She becomes a glowworm in the eggshell It culminates in end-of-life suspension points It thins out the lump of regrets Elle Qui de fleurs vêtue Cluttered the attics with his emotions Become smile In the light of an ultimate day She cracks and bounces Both look and experience Perched on the master tree To watch for traces of life under the moss She is a squirrel Live and contemplative Facing the pitfall of dry almonds She is a must From before to after Out of safe shade Exposed to scorching drunkenness Visionary cavalcades She is snow in the sun Brown wingspan with giant wings She scratches with an incredible cry Le cristal infernal Ageless melodies She models Of its shrubby caresses The facial features of the ancestress She raises the curtain of sap Over the morning mists. It is meetings Beneath the kelp brought by the tide Where the smell of decomposition thrives From germ to renewal The clamor of the crowd towards loneliness And the last thing to the mystery. She was and will be My recognized wife My cantor of evaporated nights Ma distance My failure From between the tripod of the gods To dig the unreason Muted in soul So filed Grown under the shadow of a bloodless sun My brow girdled with the last sweats. Palme sera la poésie du retour à l'esprit Of my numb fingers I would spread the earth An insect will climb on the nail Agile and restless . It will be in the morning . 224