Monthly Archives: March 2011

Ambiguity

  Lady of the dusk that illuminates with its undefined light the fissure between both worlds; goddess of the life that passes pregnant with death above and below the earth.   Little devil that subverts the poets making them take care … Continue reading

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Nature

  Culture grips me. Will I have to see my landscapes in the mass media and to feel the caresses of the slot machines?   I look for the animal that lies under this heavy encephalic mass, I track its … Continue reading

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Biography

  First was the solitude of the morning that made me  float with its hug of life that is to come.   Then is the solitude of my death that spreads out its afternoon of bells against the wind of earth. … Continue reading

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Solitude

  The solitude of man is the solitude of the universe: nothing beyond space and time and light!   And the head of this hominid turned into a satellite revolves around the sun and crosses the pond of the night … Continue reading

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On the sly

  My love, you are cheerful like the puddles overflowing with rain of spring with their little leaf-green frogs. When you are serious, you say, what you most wish for is to laugh.   And I imagine that sun that looks … Continue reading

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As time goes

  The curly gypsy that, sitting on the ground, with a stick in his hands, with his chin lying on it, observes the evolutions of his monkey shaking the tambourine, remembers, no doubt, the night that Australopithecus raised sillily his … Continue reading

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Wise man

  To my grandfather, Homo erectus, that coexisted for one million years, since more than two and a half, with Australopithecus, poor hominid to wipe out, my deep understanding of his dull fear of an animal in danger.   Over … Continue reading

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Ramadan

  My love, you disconcert me: I consider the poets my brothers and you the shopkeepers.   Should I not look along the shelves for the hidden poem of the bag of beans and the litre of oil dressed with the blue … Continue reading

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To see

  Today I have lived with the world its only day.   The millions of moments of what happened before and what will come later disappeared out of my head.   And there was what exists looking engrossed by my eyes its … Continue reading

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Calliope

  Oh, Muse, come to meet me, as I come to look for you, armed with the confused knowledge shield, and the lance of longing will, on the spirited and emphatic horse of  Warrior Poem, sailor of stone lands and … Continue reading

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