A mountain circus
 with the unfolding of its history in front of you .

 From perplexity to dismay
 remains the vague to the soul .

 A melee disease
 with evasion
 this habit of not seeing anything .

 The tall pines inaccessible to a chainsaw
 graft musk from mouflons
 on the path traveled 
 of a bituminous morning .

 I know healing is not easy ,
 that to cure the evil by the source
 is strewn with pitfalls .

 We run the risk of postponing gross mistakes
 to reveal more insidious ones .

 There are prospects without a way out
 that the charm of a wandering idea seduces ,
 and makes it suitable for the researcher's consumption 
 more apt to pick the flower than to let it grow.
 
 The palm of my hand conceals in 
those days of mourning
 today's dew pearls ;
 transformation where the drops of water splash 
on the shepherd's houppelande .

 Access the limitlessness of his vision
 forces you to stop before your own limits .

 It is better to look for its flaws
 with small strokes of silky intelligence
 than to explode the padlock 
 invisible things ,
 which will be eternally veiled .

 The unmaking of a bed is reflected in a trailing sky ,
 backwards from worldly pleasures .

 On the pebble path , of plants 
 and puddles of water mixed together ;
 in the generous freshness of the undergrowth ,
 j'avançai  ...
 when suddenly branches cracked ,
 stones rolled ,
 time stammered ,
 a smell of wet grease arose ;
 the bear was running down the slope ...
 fleeing like a rampaging bulldozer 
 a cornfield .
 I was stuck in receivership .

 The seducer of the Invisible was giving birth
 what remained of his intention .

 Then passed the imps of pride, 
 envy, greed ,
 then that of the secret desire to be part 
powerful , 
 then again that of the will 
 to be recognized , to dominate ,
 to talk about subtle knowledge 
 and high ,
 in order to be able to transmit 
 our accumulated knowledge , to whom it May concern , 
 our blinded children .

 The procession never ended ,
 the moans of hurt people
 bent under their torn clothes
 came from the four corners of the forest
 to the body and the blood of regeneration .

 One and ultimate vision .

 Mourn our ancestors
 in the hollow of extinct memories .

 The apocalyptic breath
 tear down the temples .

 The soup of origins
 aggregates agreements in a prime way 
light music .

 New shape of atoms 
in their bath of light .

 The Truth is beyond yourself .
 She is waiting ,
 unheard of in principle ,
 and she's the one who guides you .


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