As time my father listening to the Pyrenees
doors And I'm feeling rough, guarded by their cohorts.
Gave The flowing, lower eyelids, not wanting
difference between men and shadows,
And he spends between stones
Who does not fear But centuries
rely on it to dream.
The city of my father, I have business everywhere.
I prowl the streets and installs floors anywhere
These stories make me like a mountain path, I enter without knocking
in rooms that crosses the country,
Mirrors remake the woods, rescued streams,
I find myself caught and taken through their waters.
I wander on the roofs of slate, I'm going to the top of the tower,
And to gather the dead that scares rumor, I'm flying
human
That shows no noise from the bell
of the night In the sky
Pyrenees. O
dead to approach stealthily
What we always confuse with immobility,
Lost in your smile in the rain as the epitaph
Dead postural constraints and hampered by too much space,
O you who just roam around our positions
is we who are the lame ready to fall on the forehead. You are healed
blood
As we blood thirsty.
You are healed to see
The sea, sky and the woods.
You're done with their lips, their reasons and kisses
With our hands that we are following us everywhere without appease
With hair and nails grow that break,
And behind the front drive, our mind moves.
But nothing is more true we
Whether it cold like you, We are separated
That the thrill of an earthquake.
Do not turn your back to me. Guess you
One of your race living near your old knees?
Friends, fear not as
That pulls you through a floating piece of your costume!
Have you not a little envy,
Dear kids of death, that you accept your life?
We'll tell you again how
shade and sun,
In a moment that is dormant
make and break a birch.
And we'll rebuild
Each city with its breathable arch bridges,
campaign with the wind, the sun
And among his brothers rising.
Are you sure, are you sure you have nothing to add,
That is still on this side the same day, the same summer? Oh how
appease my bones in their misery,
Troupe pale, blind, his face chalky,
Who calls the death of her head with blue eyes
Looking outwards.
I hear that fill me with their voice.
Planted in my flesh, these bones
As secrets knives
Who never saw the day:
- can not escape and to our understanding.
Your silence is lying to us.
We are one with you,
Do not forget us. We
related party
Such husband and married
When he blows out the candle
For the length of the night.
- Small bones, big bones, cartilage,
It is more cruel cages.
Wait, violent lightning storm ended
In my flesh.
Thorax, without ulterior motive
let air enter the crossing.
Do you understand that the sun
Go to you from the bottom of the sky?
Listen, dark humerus
The darkness of flesh is soft.
Do not think the flute still
A smooth dead.
And you, rosary of bone, spine, no hand
What n'égrènera,
Retards our time enemy
Pray for the stream of life
Who hurries to our eyeballs.
doors And I'm feeling rough, guarded by their cohorts.
Gave The flowing, lower eyelids, not wanting
difference between men and shadows,
And he spends between stones
Who does not fear But centuries
rely on it to dream.
The city of my father, I have business everywhere.
I prowl the streets and installs floors anywhere
These stories make me like a mountain path, I enter without knocking
in rooms that crosses the country,
Mirrors remake the woods, rescued streams,
I find myself caught and taken through their waters.
I wander on the roofs of slate, I'm going to the top of the tower,
And to gather the dead that scares rumor, I'm flying
human
That shows no noise from the bell
of the night In the sky
Pyrenees. O
dead to approach stealthily
What we always confuse with immobility,
Lost in your smile in the rain as the epitaph
Dead postural constraints and hampered by too much space,
O you who just roam around our positions
is we who are the lame ready to fall on the forehead. You are healed
blood
As we blood thirsty.
You are healed to see
The sea, sky and the woods.
You're done with their lips, their reasons and kisses
With our hands that we are following us everywhere without appease
With hair and nails grow that break,
And behind the front drive, our mind moves.
But nothing is more true we
Whether it cold like you, We are separated
That the thrill of an earthquake.
Do not turn your back to me. Guess you
One of your race living near your old knees?
Friends, fear not as
That pulls you through a floating piece of your costume!
Have you not a little envy,
Dear kids of death, that you accept your life?
We'll tell you again how
shade and sun,
In a moment that is dormant
make and break a birch.
And we'll rebuild
Each city with its breathable arch bridges,
campaign with the wind, the sun
And among his brothers rising.
Are you sure, are you sure you have nothing to add,
That is still on this side the same day, the same summer? Oh how
appease my bones in their misery,
Troupe pale, blind, his face chalky,
Who calls the death of her head with blue eyes
Looking outwards.
I hear that fill me with their voice.
Planted in my flesh, these bones
As secrets knives
Who never saw the day:
- can not escape and to our understanding.
Your silence is lying to us.
We are one with you,
Do not forget us. We
related party
Such husband and married
When he blows out the candle
For the length of the night.
- Small bones, big bones, cartilage,
It is more cruel cages.
Wait, violent lightning storm ended
In my flesh.
Thorax, without ulterior motive
let air enter the crossing.
Do you understand that the sun
Go to you from the bottom of the sky?
Listen, dark humerus
The darkness of flesh is soft.
Do not think the flute still
A smooth dead.
And you, rosary of bone, spine, no hand
What n'égrènera,
Retards our time enemy
Pray for the stream of life
Who hurries to our eyeballs.
Excerpt from Forçat innocent
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