Still Life
At the end of a village was a stronghold
Broad leaves swayed
The sky was cloudy, and the path was dry
When I turned, the forest was hidden by the forest
The branches were like smoke
The clouds flowed, and they would break
The wind moved bursting to a tree far away
I alone, between the forest
Saw a person drawing water from a stone well
Roosters crowed from the village, for a moment, like a dream
Song of dead trees and wind
I would tell a lie and pretend
To you who forgave me everything
I began in silence
Just like a child getting angry
What embarrassing branches
I had distractions and they betrayed
I threw out the word of hate
And whispered to the wind
It was a prayer, to whom incited
And once again quietly
I watched a shadow reflected in the water
So I wouldn’t wander forever
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I ran like this
How sad you are
You stayed still, like you weren’t listening
You were always just swinging
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I was going to the next tree
It looked like you
I’d throw my body away, and you’d burst into song
There’s no door, and look
Silently, a darkness began to remain
Travel clothing
How much too blinding, the sun
Burst from the corners of the room, Burst
Went home, my heart……
Curiously, I leaned on a chair
Caressing the flaws of a desk
The wind blew in the office
–It’s yourself, a memory
I reread my notebook, still forgetting again
–To me, who was waiting for the train to leave this village
The silhouette of the mountain of the plain far away, the clouds would put lines……
Song that the wind sang
Part 1
On the first cloudy day I was like a little fire
Worrying about one thing, Whispering
Then I’d go outside
The leaves would close their eyes and avoid me
Between my fingers they’d slip and fall and disappear, the leaves…
Since then, I didn’t know myself
When I laughed, my body remained twisted
I cried out in a hurried, sad voice
Part 2
All people are little animals
Looking worried, they lit honest candles in the windows and streets
Don’t blow the wind, they prayed, I came and listened, lowering my head
But suddenly I shouted and gave up
I’d get angry, dirty, and I’d be all alone, I’d run
I ran with excess, I didn’t hate
Part 3
On the wood that matched his voice
I sang only by the loud voice
And a dead tree was heeling
I sang of summer and autumn
The dead tree answered, I sang again……
The tuning of an oak violin went out of order
After a while the long silence entered deep into me
I remembered in ecstasy
Sunset in the music, a day gone by
I began to walk silently being muted
Part 4
A smoke was about to pass, on the white
The shape was already disappearing
The surface of the fields made no noise
I watched the little child in a window
And god overflowed
Part 5
I watched, inside a house
The night of father, mother and child, It shone as within the flower and was warmed by the little lamp
It seemed a silent conversation, my ears listened only to my voice
It’s the smiling face, and the sleeping face
This time to me, I’m sad right away
I’d pass by knocking on the window of their door
Part 6
I pressed myself against the lamp, but I can’t see the lamp
Night was coming on, I’d make a moving heart come and scream, My wounds continued to anger her
I held out my hands to the beautiful white women, a thin white woman shouted a word and collapsed.
Part 7
The song a wild goose homeless and was dizzy sang
She had thrown herself into a pond, and was breaking her beak by the ice
When spring comes I’ll do how
A wild goose homeless and was dizzy cried to the bay that would melt into the early morning
Part 8
Moonlight was etched on snow, wordless
Left a song of parting
In cloud shadow quickly left
Sunrise, to me, closed melodies come back to mind
For I did not listen
In the forest, dead trees
Pass the green, pass the green
Part 9
I kept shouting, and when I was tired
The pale sun etched invisible characters on my eyelids
A dust entangled, a shadow enjoyed
I’d look at it but I’d run like hell…
Chanson qui le vent chantait (II)
Part 1
One day, herbs were just talking
One day, the sky only made noise
We went from sunny spot to shade
Ah, flowers, colours, smell and glow
Very old, the old days
Children were, in flowers
There is happiness all, songs all
As children, on journeys far away
Inside the wood trembled
Inside the wood he forgot
He smiled tenderly, tenderly
Trembling, hesitating
All day long, he passed by the branches only
All day long, he erased the sky only
Part 2
The forest was suddenly covered, like the unknown dream
The water and the branches were covered, I began to laugh only
At the distant tuft of grass–
Later a little light fled, and all the leaves trembled
The forest waited for the wind, I closed my eyes in silence
So I couldn’t see the thin cottony clouds
A great light overflowed in the sky, I began to laugh more and more
Part 3
If it moved forever, I was sad
The song was fading
The sound was repetition of the same words
He fled into the night with faltering steps
–But I waited for the night
I ran a little
And the leaves would hold, then they would laugh indefinitely
To the wind
Part 1
Like the murmur of a stream, because it was windy
Such fun, murmured
That sparkle of a little shadow on the surface
Everything, the wind alone……
The murmur transported and pushed things
Waste straw, grass foliage, antique shoes
For the wind pushed the course
The water wouldn’t stop, and, the wind wouldn’t stop
The water would suddenly twist, the wind would part for a while
But on the creek forever, the wind
With the current, repeated a chat
One long, long day, from dawn to dawn, between dream and morning
The wind whispered softly, with the water, the water wing and the wind eyelid
He doesn’t want to scream yet, he’ll have run
Part II
Where was the wind, it was far, it was not
You were in the wind, I was listening to it
…… He lowered his head, a kind heart, a button
Me, you were crying the other day, there were lines on your cheek
The wind blew, it whispered, it sang, people listened
A heart soloist would reach out, the song, its melody was sad, it’s fun
It’s joyous, we had passed, the wind would have sung again
To the leaves, to me, to the petals, would make a day
I’m waiting, it’s probably, near, the crescent coast
All alone, I would have sung again some day, to my ears
Where was the wind, the wind was far away, but it wasn’t coming back, already
Me, one day, you smiled, there are good things
In the wind, you didn’t cry, you didn’t smile
Murdered, like a little animal
A heart, a song, were thirsty, I was reaching a woman
My heart, to the poor man, my song, to pleasure
It drew a sinister shadow with lust, I would seek and wander
I’d shout a hundred words, sing along I’d turn around
Like a beast, harshly as lightly, I’d walk only
Sleep never set, I in the distance
Conceived the feeling of woe, I’d seek and follow
Singing heavily, shouting repeatedly
The cloud, the path, were dry, I appeared a woman……
She’ll be here, she’ll be here, one day
I stood by a dark window, I, appeared a woman
No one answered, would smile, I walked only
At the place of the last house, me on far, the sun never set
I was only walking, I was walking far away
The holiday of cloud
When the sheep cloud passed by
Every time clouds of steam fell
The sky, you scattered
Lines of white cotton and white
The cloud of sail and the cloud of organ, the cloud of chair
The cloud of hump floated fragmenting
Clouds in the sky….. The sky of clouds, the blue sky
All the day there was the troop of the waves white and white
Without support, with the red of pink
A passing cloud faded abruptly, at twilight
The countries beyond the sky……
At the moment the rainbow of steam illuminated him
A pure white pigeon became an umbrella
Clouds from afar, all day long
Separation sadness
In the hectic parting day
The whistles, sad salutes like birds sang its hails
The tain that embarked you, would descend the pass
Of autumn, in the shadow of a pavement that had infiltrated
I stood there forever
And waved my hat forever…
To the person left
To the child
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