UNE DEVİNETTE à appairer les couples

(À mon amour qui apprend le français)

Mon amour me complète comme le couvercle d’un stylo à l’encre

Mon amour me décrit un sens comme un dictionnaire

Mon amour me perd comme un magicien

Mon amour me retrouve comme un lapin dans son chapeau

Mon amour me touche comme le vent

Mon amour s’éloigne comme Sherlock Holmes

Mon amour me déshabille comme le Soleil

Mon amour m’habille comme la neige

Mon amour me fait rire comme un singe

Mon amour me fait pleurer comme la pluie

Mon amour me fait peur comme la solitude

Mon amour me fait taire comme une catastrophe

Mon amour me fait crier comme l’éléphant

Mon amour me fait dormir comme la mort

Mon amour me réveille comme la Renaissance

Mon amour me fait oublier comme un tapis volant dans le ciel

Déchirer

Taisez-vous! Rentrez dans vos coquilles,

crie la neige. Il crie

tout blanc.

Les mains dans les poches. Les têtes basses.

Obéissance.

Les cheminées fument.

Elle,

A coup de marteau, saccage sa coquille.

Elle court dehors, toute rose,

toute noire.

et déchire le ciel.

PLACE FOR MIDDLE AGE NEWBORNS

This wise willow mother cooled my heated head
with her water smelling breath to pacify.
She covered my shoulders with her graceful fingers to encourage.
She smiled what I told her to bless.
She is still there, near to my house to show love,
and I am in my basset
ready to listen to my very first lullaby.

WHEN "ME" LISTEN TO SILENCE IN THE MORNING

“Everything is exactly how it should have to be” assured Life.

“Almost. Are you sure I dreamt Everthing as what it has happened?” asked Me.
“No. It’s not about something that you have dreamt, it’s about how it should have to be”
Me heard stomach rumble, rather than words.
“So who writes the scenario? Me or you?” worried Me.
“Don’t be ridiculous! I am already you.”
“And others. You don’t have only my dreams to count.” added Me.
“That’s right and as you.”
Life giggled triumphantly.
Me heard silence, rather than an answer.

SYNTHETIC SOLUTIONS

Deeming to a sinister weather in a Sunday which supposed to be sunny,
A blond woman hoped an instant transformation on sulky moods.
Putting a red head over her body,
She has approved a synthetic solution is not enough for a day long joy.

TO MY VISITORS

I see you.

I smell grass freshly cut.

And ssssh!

I hear what you think.

Even

I am a forsaken stone from my ear

landed over a hill.