Spent time by a friendship
The love abandons with intimacy
Glimpse in a wintry sweat
Know that the life does not leave you
The Indian who is in you, leads you

Smell the being, the urge, the desire
Feel only a love, that one direct idea line
Bright spell of the desire, the tears

Marginal sweetness of an intact sleep
Sublimating a breath
Which does not break off during dreams of a led life

A born child two years ago
Stirred in his sleep
Frightened by an ineffective cold
Where he lost nothing of his vigour

Any breath, any image gets lost
In an angelic sleep
That God starts again and spreads at night

Crystal clear half left,
Original and instructive.

Technical half right,
Strength and agility reconciled.
Here is the thought which obsesses me this night after a session of Taekwendo.

Vulnerability appointed to a handicap
Stupidity to invent dreams,
Dreams and arts

Brave monstrousness
Human face in a spiral staircase
Of pride and disdain

Hat felted in a mystery
Dashed Anglo-Saxon
Letter to a friend and
Embarrassant kiss to a married man.

Message of love and friendship
Two flown away eagles
A hawk captured with its wings painted in yellow

Stars Oranges,
Ground sprinkled with bright orange balls
Whose sugar taste cracks all the bones of my back
And makes me stretch my numb muscles

Bloom, genesis of young arrogance
Animals slept in the clay dust
Kicked by the sun
Like kings in the dried land

Friendly painful by the hairs of the Argentine dog
Who guards in the horizon

Flash of certain months of fight
Strick back all over your leaves
Flashback moments of terror
Cramp down my stomach bread
This elevation of senses

Jesus in my left hand
Part of You in my bodysuit
Discovered faculties never imagined before
With you

Take a treatment, forever let’s see?
Things of this " so-called chaos "
Frightened for has while
I battled them
' Cause I looked forward and seen a different way of loving.

Was it programmed?
God,
What will be my next, this close future

Stuck in my imagination
This ability to move my vision of things

Glasses won’ t change a thing
I could let it go
I control myself

Music heat gets high
I feel heat spreading over my body
Expanding all over the room

With transmission machines
Everything got down
Technical crash

Taste buds in sweet emotion
Sticky touch of adhésivité patissière
Puck to the slightly acid taste

Tremor of incidents
Muddled crash of cups
Steam vapor of a coffee machine

Transparency of feet of stemmed glasses
Cardboards of wine waterfalls

Time of the deletions of a rain tip - typing the metal of a hood
Asymptote of a gull in the layers of windy mistral

Coffee flavour

Granitude of emeralds of papaya
Flavour of the slightly acid coffee
Prayer chamane in an eucalyptus without bark
Palm of the hand put on its nudity afforested.

Bark of stone pine
Protection to last long
Within this dry garigue.

Palavras argumenthées
Faces(Figures) in face to face inhabitants of Marseille
Sirens of red feufollets
Light off my Malboro.

Fleeting pleasure of a loving dawn
Brotherly condolence
Flowery fragrance of covered with sand spices
Imprints borrowed by Gulliver
Crust of sand in the hollow of my toes
Sand in the texture of clay
Closed chapter of summer without creativity.

Million miles from home

Wake up your little toes
Swing on the rocks
Cross the sea

She is waiting for your sailing songs

Watch the sun
Watch the motion of life
Watch my fingers

Tell you to go straight
To your heart

Watch the infinite desire burning of their lives,
Of their hearts

They need your force,
Your courage

Watch the sense of your life

Representation of inseparable sets
Random contents of a limited paradox
Desecration of a spiritious future
Faith transformed by a deserting ascetic

Friendly other
Passage fastened back to front
Of a frill soul

Dripping glaze with lost tears
Issue of a childish fear
Legends rubbles of a Heart in autumn

Neglected reeds
Disembodied prayers to forgive an insult

Magnetic pole of a delta
Greediness of conquest of an evil in a man love

To believe that the power is exhilarating

Cursed mental error
Unexpected tenderness of a day without guarantee
Flirtation beatifying of a disgusting lightness

Enthusiasm intoxicating fowl
To be afraid of a defeat
One could be mistaken there?

Temptation of a quenched desir
A too much vanity to say I love you
A vacuity of excess to say I cannot
And a dawn without immoderation
so that I can say I believe

Four like the sugar
But I like the dawn
But my soul likes the dawn