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.
