One day in my mailbox   
a white envelope   
that I open   
inside a completely white sheet.      
 
And then I pass the sheet to the flame   
above superb words   
probably written in lemon    
appearance.         
 
This is our life   
we don't understand anything   
we don't know what's happening to us   
when it would be enough to illuminate.      
 
A little guy on a scooter   
a young girl on roller skates   
a dad in a cap    
splendor of love.      
 
The little guy is the baby bird out of the nest   
the girl goes forward tight rope   
dad leads the way   
and we would complain about the silence.      
 
The little guy skates with a momentum that shakes us   
the girl uses the company of a dog  
daddy transmission belt   
enthusiasm tar leaves concrete.      
 
The little guy might say he's neglected   
the girl she uses animal power  
that the dad continues his running   
stubbornly without wondering where it leads.      
 
It's not about looking for an answer   
if we look for it too much we will invent it   
what if someone else invents it   
it's glue or rose water.      
 
The little guy is skating   
the girl rolls   
the dad runs   
without a wink.   
 
To go far   
to find joy   
to understand his wounds   
to truly be born.      
 
The little guy, the girl, the dad   
all connected are on the way   
to give energy to their body   
to give of themselves.      
 
Surrender to what is   
he who serves forgets himself   
to expect nothing in return   
and lose your life to finally find it.      
 
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A corner of nature   
in Peyre Fichade   
the place is nice   
spontaneously familiar   
to use with knowledge.      
 
The carved images do not speak   
but emphasize the visible aspects   
from the time of the beasts   
of these animals that we face   
and leads with flexibility and control.      
 
The tree and the rock   
bathe in light   
to offer oneself to telluric energies   
ample caress of a dancing sun foliage   
quick to purify our fire.      
 
The Guardian of the Threshold   
with granite mask   
draws to him both the earth and the sky   
before giving way   
to the meeting companion.      
 
Harmonious embrace   
drum sounding ground   
capable of stopping the emotion of the moment   
under the umbrella of a joint march   
alchemically neutral.      
 
Reminder to humility   
by the beautiful creature   
to realize the quintessence of the works of life   
in mastery of dragons and birds   
in the blossoming of his power.      
 
Whisper in your ear   
hear it and listen to it   
deep sharing   
for queen halo   
to be girded with the bond of our destiny.      
 
See and be seen   
restoring the clarity of the child   
in the vertical direction   
stacks of mixed experiences   
in serene elevation.      
 
Will emerge from the forest   
the means of extracting the jewel from its matrix   
for free flow of breath of the spirit   
tender one's lips   
towards the eminent transmission of the exchange.      
 
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At the sunset seeded with shards of the moon   
appeared   
the powers of darkness   
the other, the light forces.      
 
At the beginning is the unknown   
of oneself and the world   
in ignorance of what is possible   
lace dog in the sky.      
 
Stripped and fragile   
carrying high the threatening force   
hidden tensions within  
he wanders.      
 
It's fear that distorts vision   
and its own energy an unseemly fog   
while the obstacle is in him   
this fear of leaving traces in virgin lands.      
 
No one welcomes the jewel of his eyes joyfully   
Venus from the depths of the ages   
shadow bead   
gateway to mystery.      
 
To cross the threshold   
cut hands closed eyelids   
makes wound formative   
and crazy soul love.      
 
The fragile man from the beginning   
become responsible for matter and power   
becomes inflection point   
where to slip the glossary of incantations into your pocket.      
 
Giant    
coming out of hell   
he will deliver his blood to the first piece of flesh that comes along   
seed of his own downfall.      
 
Standing   
the ordeal brought him face to face with himself   
the mirror must be returned   
the bifurcation to discover.      
 
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Show me your skin from under the veil   
I know there is there   
The wandering of things experienced   
And the chart of things to come.      
 
So quickly remove this nonsense   
From the song jar   
Be in learned ignorance   
Of not knowing our master.      
 
Nothing left around us   
Apparently but resourceful    
The source   
The luminous contact.      
 
Long before accumulated knowledge   
By our personality   
There is the pre-existing to all that   
Our Being.      
 
Watching at the edge of the woods   
The little nothing of the great outdoors   
Fear, anger, desire, vanity   
All gathered for the rally of illusions.      
 
Let's be lucid   
It's not who counts   
That the sole of the shoe treading the ground   
And the nose in the air for the lulu lark.     
 
In other words   
Say " Merci "   
Engages the Being undergoing depersonalization   
Towards the fangs of eating.     
 
Let's put down the calame   
On the stone of investigations   
Let's be the wind of desire   
Let's be the good guy.      
 
The veil lifted   
Bring ashes to the Spirit   
Then comes the origin of this dissipation   
Freedom inseparable from energy.      
 
( detail of a drawing by Jean-Claude Guerrero )
 
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Graphe de nuit   
n'arrête pas le péril   
de la constance à mettre sous clé   
la Force.      
 
Plus de principes   
sur les vestiges de l'ordre   
opère    
la malignité de l'accaparement.      
 
Et tout est à lancer dehors   
l'ébranlement des assises   
comme l'aboutissement de ce qui a été arraché   
la Vie toute la vie donc.      
 
Le Monde va   
en pratiquant le détachement   
donner sens à l'enfant du monstre   
grinçant des dents dans sa mandorle.      
 
Corriger l'impasse d'un jugement   
plutôt que de fabriquer l'inénarrable   
occasionne sur le versant pataphysique   
quelques menus reflets.      
 
Lire le Réel   
exclu la tradition de l'émotion   
engendrant le pouvoir inique   
de la courtoisie héroïque.      
 
Tout  bien fait   
le nouveau langage   
d'une manière incontrôlée    
larmoie sur le beau et bien penser.      
 
To discover yourself   
before the Truth   
by delivering the final word of History   
prelude to the apocalyptic dream.      
 
Silently   
in the depths of idleness   
the relentless unleashing of power   
pushes the baby bird out of the nest.      

 ( Graph by Jean-Claude Guerrero )

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Dad   
you come sometimes   
in bursts of silence   
in a sky of pure presence.      
 
The shield there   
without arrogance posed   
to choose the words for that   
write on impulse.      
 
To transmit   
fire with cold   
in the boat of sensations   
speak in friendship.      
 
They want to leave   
a summer day   
and it will be autumn   
in blue overalls.      
 
Le doigt angélique   
accueille   
d'une aiguille l'autre   
l'ourlet du jour.      
 
De vieux remparts   
en limite du désert   
à moitié écroulés   
offrande au simoun.      
 
Nos compagnons   
ont préféré leurs rêves   
tout autant que les livres   
la table de chevet.      
 
Arrêtez de penser aux épreuves    
ardentes brûlantes violentes   
elles sont le rose aux joues   
pour les âmes très hautes.      
 
Papa    
du berceau au souvenir de toi   
il est plume fragile   
voletant par vive lumière.      
 
Pressé d'aller ailleurs   
provoque brassées d'amour   
sur le retour   
vers la page blanche.      
 
In the kindergarten playground   
sometimes Dad is kept waiting   
of a long wait   
like a day exploring unknown lands.      
 
On the bridge   
shaken by tenderness   
I hear the evening   
the sound of a trumpet.      
 
( detail of a work by Jean-Claude Guerrero )
  
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Turn around the heart   
enchant the petals of the moment  
makes us his   
one of nothing   
to make us happy   
to have missed until the next day   
to start again.      
 
Vital emptiness of searching   
at the end of gestation   
the true nature of who we are   
without success   
but falling in love   
of this half-hearted life   
on the edge of the march forward.      
 
To write   
without really knowing why    
but move forward   
by this crazy navigation   
against the drums of reason   
these slices of sandwich bread   
cut off from desire.      
 
To beat iron   
heart to Heart   
in the dampness of apathy   
it is often a question of a gentle look   
against obscenity   
to cross the ford barefoot   
Eyes full of stars.        
 
Goodness this thought   
against the trinkets of instinct   
will be superb mask   
hiding the bottom of the sky   
ready for catechumens   
to make it laugh   
head rolling in the trash.      
 
Au bonheur de la main qui va vers le livre   
sans que pèse la charge de la reconnaissance   
se contentant de jouer sur les chemins   
les reins ceints de bon matin   
furent enseigné l'humour et le maintien   
alors que défilait en sous-titre   
les dragons saisissant les poignets de l'homme.      
 
Ce silence   
dans la poitrine
qui se soulève et s'abaisse   
indicible   
comme un enfant ensorcelé   
par la haute singularité   
d'un matin de givre.      
 
( work of Jean-Claude Guerrero )
 
1168

Ecrire pour se protéger des mots 
qui rendent invisible la vie   
et accompagner le vol de l'ange 
qui fait vibrer la chair.
 
Ecrire c'est vivre à petits battements d'ailes  
tête fine se dressant par dessus la couvée   
dans le giron des parents   
à s'enquérir de quelques vers.      
 
Ecrire c'est au bord du trapillou de la maison-mère   
guetter l'arrivée de celle qui vous regardera   
la mine réjouie le regard clair   
une pluie de désirs frais tombant du ciel.      
 
Ecrire c'est craquer l'allumette   
pour qu'aux limites de la brûlure   
le bois noir se rétracter   
et tomber dans la bassine.      
 
Ecrire c'est remonter de la fontaine   
les lourds seaux d'eau   
en se racontant des histoires   
pour que douleur passe.     
 
To write is to go down to Pradou  
draw the right card from the philosophers   
falling on Socrates pulling his beard   
and laugh under your breath.   
 
To write is to climb the big ladder   
against the wall of imagination   
to touch the heavenly manna with a wet finger   
to hear oneself say "I'm coming".      
 
To write is to fixate at the end of the spear   
the stars and the noise of Latécoère   
to the sound of the angelus   
one evening of a hard day.      
 
Writing is nonsense   
throat dries hands in pockets   
wait for it to pass   
according to dead loves.      
 
Ecrire c'est cueillir les fruits cruels    
d'un arbre éternel   
que les moineaux empenaillés de poussière   
laisseront en parentèle.      
 
Ecrire c'est construire une cabane au fond du jardin   
pour qu'y demeure l'enfant qui n'a pas grandi   
le jeu de planches tuilées   
en vue de l'orage à venir.        
 
Ecrire c'est calquer ses pas   
sur la trace des autres   
afin d'être autrement autre   
présent au demeurant.      
 
Ecrire c'est définir puis finir   
ce qui éternellement commence   
par le chas de l'aiguille   
d'un néant d'activité.      
 
Ecrire c'est penser tout haut   
la co-naissance possible   
d'un co-naître à venir   
en déploiement de la lucidité.      
 
Ecrire c'est au vertige des mots   
répartir sur la tige des feuilles émotionnées   
la libération libertine d'une vie   
en chaos de soi.      
 
Ecrire ce peut être   
comme tel ou tel personnage d'un conte   
défier la mécréance   
en épousant les contraires.      
 
Ecrire c'est attendre que le froid vous gagne   
assigné sur le tard   
à descendre l'escalier des soumissions   
jusqu'à l'humilité de l'esprit.      
 
Ecrire c'est être le plumitif débonnaire    
de la conscription   
se curant le nez   
devant la vulnérabilité.      
 
Ecrire "A suivre"   
"qui peut le plus peut le moins"   
et passer son chemin   
sans jouer de la flûte des vertèbres.      
 
Ecrire c'est être présent   
à ce qui vient   
sans que la pédagogie préjuge   
du bien ou mal de l'exercice.      
 
Ecrire c'est être le loup des steppes   
à étaler sa carpette   
de nuit comme à l'accoutumé
d'une parole fleurie.      
 
( work of Jean-Claude Guerrero )
 
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