Le muscaris who laughs at his beans in phallic clusters hand husband. The poet's carnation from the grandfather with acid teeth to true silence with embedded stem. The campanule leaning towards the ground of the multi-story bell tower with wooden abat-son. The daisy slender and crowded the sun shouts in the short grass. The scabious high shank with little down ready to orient where the light operates. The centaurée chiseled to perfection stirring the air for future flour ripen on a summer evening. ............................................................................................ He closed his eyes after opening them a few years earlier. For his blued fingers to grip the precious stone from behind the house. The spirit of La Mareuille hovers in the yard a gentle presence. Riquette was looking at me tilting his head ready to obey. Deep voices rose from the moor a fine rain made the rushes bend. To old ash trees address a few words embedded in the stones of the embankment. Verdun commemorative medals under the portrait with the proud mustache Jean-Baptiste Victor. ...................................................................................... To read the dictionary All in one the pages scorched by the sun. To sing alone under the nave of the church by the play of the echo be ardent prayer. Pious figure in its glass frame curled up by gravity. Thick hand hardened by farm work plucked nettles painlessly. Morning crying for a day with the pheasant on the fence dry head resting on the single stone making seat. At the terminal epitaph do a round of words that the walker will read on the other side. Diary illustrated with children's drawings an island of protection with everything you need to survive. Before "there was" "I was" and then after "there will be". Footsteps on the gravel crepe-soled shoes creak through dusty paths. From generation to generation the trumpets rename and resonate so that the humans of this Earth succeed one another.
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Brick walls with disjointed plaster see the passage of time. In the woods far away man and woman dig a hole with a fiery spade. Deposit coins there in a handkerchief to cover with earth make a sign of the cross. Sit on the caned chair at the end of the alley legs dangling. In the woods by the path go all the way. Towards the light in the clearing flame behind which the ancestors dance the bourrée. To go back you the ten year old child towards the immense plain. The trees pass by with the cat still in my arms head, dangling legs and tail. The man finishes caulking the window of canvas boards nailed with vigor. Lie down on the bare earth by the dark happened live to death. 769
