Téké of the rock farmhouse        
on the dry scrubland    
the oscillating caress of lavender    
accompany the falling day.        
 
On the boss's lap    
Obiwan the dog    
make it beautiful    
mouth open and tongue hanging out.        
 
Passing by there    
rebellious hair      
and the wild eye    
bode well for a beautiful autumn.        
 
fall of the chestnuts    
on the basalt slab    
bugs busted and dust thrown up
the children get carried away.        
 
In the hollow of the sofa    
deaf to outraged cries    
you examine and accredit    
the complicity of frank exchanges.         
 
The cheeky accordion    
raises joy and romance    
near the tom-tom at the entrance    
what does joe keep.        
 
And the steel on the flat of the foot    
the sawdust gnaws at the pockets    
cracked sweat    
wide-brimmed hat.        
 
From our hands    
waved handkerchief    
worldwide    
welcome the setting sun.        
 
there is no money    
than grandma's chin    
starry gold dust    
sprinkle on the low wall.        
 
Bite the sausage    
in its brown mustard    
chat in rhythm    
shirt open and classy at the corner of the lips.               

let him come back    
be the beacon of labors and days    
on the edge of happiness    
at the appointed time.        
 
Balance balance    
the chair of the four seasons    
on the painted wooden terrace    
to the sound of great spotted woodpeckers.        
 
Laugh lords of the plain    
from the frizzy of their laughter    
the smell of crushed walnuts is exhaled 
on a bastringue tune.        
 
Téké is happy   
real handyman   
in this luminous adventure   
to the rhizomes of simple things.
 
 
 
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