Approach the tree
 listen to it    
 puis le servir.        
  
 Out of the bushes and shrubs    
 a breakthrough of light prelude to the meeting    
 of the great placid.        
  
 He doesn't ask for anything    
 that the bee already provides him  
 but it pumps the sky and the earth.        
  
 Don't ask him anything    
 just stand against its trunk    
 against life.        
  
 It stings and it pinches    
 when the cold vitrifies the undergrowth    
 and that the orgy of ice palms the senses.        
  
 A mineral crust attaches to the branches    
 to break with a sharp noise the rising of the colors     
 without the boar jumping on the lookout.        
  
 They have arranged the surroundings of the Fabulous    
 one kilometer around the signs are in place    
 to join hands around the fragile giant.        
  
 Sometimes the moon is on the phone    
 and flamboyant juggles from one branch to another    
 in a vibrant and teeming air.        
  
 I planted my tripod and waited    
 pass in front of the goal    
 just a fraction of a second.        
  
 With his crumpled thighs    
 she will respond to my digital drumming      
 to send me a crumpled smile.        
  
 Was, an opening on the right    
 iridescent my memories    
 in an imperative need to go and see.        
  
 Law, the predator was there    
 and to say that I had not planned it    
 maybe a little bit.        
  
 I screamed with all the strength of my lungs    
 and my teeth spat rind    
 leftover meat from the last bite.        
  
 Everything is broken    
 a concert of casseroles flaunts beauty    
 to the harrows of the past.        
  
 Figure that we still have some prejudices    
 so that the red flags lead us to hell    
 we the flexors of orders.        
  
 Me accomplice ? Never    
 j'ai juste fracassé les tibias de mes voisins    
 to get them out of weariness.        
  
 Furiously registered in the yellow pages    
 we have unplugged the answering machine    
 to sing the ode of the forgotten woods with our blank eyes.        
  
 The list had grown    
 strange names dripping from paragraphs    
 a voluntary madness became empty substance.        
  
 A flight of sparrows springs from who knows where    
 crushing with its squeals the pervading shadow    
 by laying a profusion of suspension points.        
  
 Meditating was not beneficial   
 the angels had fled to the mountains    
 for a big symposium.        
  
 Eyelid blink    
 formed a basin for crying    
 able to feed the smile of astonishment.        
  
 The procession set off    
 dans unites carioca plaything    
 to the escapades recognized and admired.        
  
 Seems the year is slamming the tongue    
 when summer time is on    
 and that at low speed the spring rises.        
  
 Run your finger over your bare skin    
 hollow out my belly with a monotonous pallor    
 ~ how strange it is to love.        
  
 The epitaph resounded to the Olympic rings    
 by night the slash absorbed the darkness of the talk    
 a new face brushed my face.        
  
 Arms raised   
 we were rescued with our rubber tubes    
 we the penitents of the peregrinations.        
  
 A garder le flot des cendres    
 under the soles of the feet    
 amène les mots à deviser.        
  
 But death is to be proven    
 the air to watch    
 and the little voice to listen to.        
  
  
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