Marriage as a granary where
our feelings and innocence are sheltered
where we fly each time like invisible angels
over the city and location of work,
where crickets are heard every summer night
here poppies burn even at night
hotter and more blessed
than on any field in love with the sun,
that is the meeting place of our souls,
where it is always spring-summer,
The thoughts, indefatigable travellers of life,
gliding on the eternal waters of time,
connect people with people, people and things.
Listen attentively and you will hear
their gentle swish as of an angel
soaring lightly
in the night.
The soul is a clepsydra
through which
thoughts and memories
are flowing ceaselessly
in the abysm of silence.
C’ est l’un de ces moments cosmiques
Quand je m’arrête dans mon chemin
Avec ma conscience en garde :
A l’angle de la rue Linne,
Face au Jardin des Plantes.
Oui, c’est le matin,
Un matin de lumière liquide !
Mes épaules rompent la toile phréatique
Avec puissance comme la déesse Diana.
Devant moi, la fontaine Cuvier :
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