In the Cévennes region
 mists and mixed forests
 winding roads
 dry stone walls
 traces of a sun
 I encalmine sous la frondaison
 of autumn in its light
 made of winks
 and made up of abrupt indentations
 by the grave smile of the clouds
 winter with treacherous slides
 of snow burying the ditch
 of a spring with decoctions of nascent greens
 of summer and its burn
 ransacking with a gesture of the scythe
 the sparkling maquis of dryness
 under heavy attack
 with a rebellious wind
 than chafouin love
 chestnuts on hand
 and sudden withdrawal
 with a steady gaze
 accompanied by a stroke of the pen
 our ascent towards the growth of Being
 for together
 enchant with a pale rattle
 sheep and goats
 outstretched muzzles
 towards the approaching storm
 making the rainbow
 the great mystery
 things dissolved
 beyond greenhouses and ledges
 by the guttural call of the shepherd
 verb
 not to distract
 contemplation
 on this obligatory path
 full of improvised candle lights
 where to walk with peace of mind
 towards our birth
 similar to all .


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