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“I write you from a miss A train station and a farewell I write from a seashell The wave, the trace of its kiss I write you from a space A bud, under the light of spring I write you from a ruin This red flower, in my chest I write you to say a silence (The world is just an appearance) I write you from the shadow From oblivion, you remember? I write you from a misty window Your name, of breath and letters I write you from my soul This fire, and this scream I write you to talk about me This emptiness, embraced between your arms -and for all that is missing Another one will be saying.”

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“(I dreamt of a long trip) I dreamt of contemplating Your eyes, your hair - their colors The sun would leave in his hours. I dreamt of your seasons -Your body leaned against my horizon. I dreamt of your face I dreamt of your hands I dreamt of your kisses I dreamt of a symphony Just few notes accompanied -I dreamt of your wrists. I dreamt of your heart Of everything you emanate The perfume that your soul wears I dreamt of your smile To hear you laugh, and cry -I dreamt of seeing you alive I dreamt of your presence From your silence And all your metamorphoses (I dreamed of a long trip) Around your closed eyelids.”

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“I write to tell you that I love you That my heart travels every day That I was cold with grief Afraid of being alone And to disappear tomorrow. I write to tell you that I love you That everything will end in your arms That one day my heart was lost In his pain That I thought he had stopped That it took you to resume it I write to tell you that I love you That you are all I have of horizon That you will see Our children sing in the tall grass And soon the spring will rise by the windows I write to tell you that I love you That for this appointment of beginning or end It is with you that I want to breathe, Don’t you see, I live in the orphaned space That your hands create.”

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“When will your sun come - to make everything reborn? -The burn of your fingers pressed against my being- I would like to fall asleep in your body again And make of your smiles an open source When my life is like a desolate desert I would like to fall asleep by the light sand of your skin. Your voice - your voice alone knows how to put an end to my anger As your lips faint on the pains of my yesterday When will you come to drape me in your radiant sun? So that I find life in its first taste (-The glow of your hair is a roof of moonlight.)”

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“My mother - Contained God itself A tarnished look of pain A hand clutching her heart A love we can not name A fog or a smoke An infinite thirst for life (But the wing is dead under the frost.) My mother - Is an uncertain form She gets lost when she walks And we sit in the valley And I shelter her to my love My mother Is a broken sky That exhales day and night Its beauty. My mother - Is the scent of a hundred roses And the suffering of so many things My mother Is no more than a dream - I suppose Of those who are said lips closed And behind her veil She sleeps - my mother - And her star Do not doubt anymore of its light.”

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“Ma mère - Est une forme incertaine Elle s'égare quand elle se promène Et moi j'emprunte ses contours Et l’on s'assoie dans la vallée Et je l'abrite à mon amour Elle marche toujours un peu pressée Ma mère Est un ciel déchiré Qu'exhale nuit et jour Sa beauté. Ma mère - Est le parfum de cent roses Et la souffrance de tant de choses Ma mère N'est plus qu'un songe - je suppose De ceux qu'on dit à lèvres closes Et derrière son voile Elle dort - ma mère - Et son étoile Ne doute plus de sa lumière.”

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