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gladys-lemire le 01-09-2024 à 20:36:28
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bernardnowman le 01-09-2024 à 14:53:57
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gladys-lemire le 01-09-2024 à 14:40:52
poeme



The blue ball dies, buries itself or wrinkles

What does it matter! says the night, tomorrow will be much better

but the flame is lost when the smoke empties

the kingdom of the wealthy is not so bold

There reigns an atmosphere with deleterious weapons

that souls assail by thirst or appetite

without even worrying about their close congeners

heads soften and each eye folds


We are the children of the belly of the earth

in its active silences lessons arise

but we do not listen, too busy making

value our filth sown in profusion

The ground is hot

Continuous speed

What angel with dead wings would have defended us?


The ground is poor, men are rich

their greedy steps make the floor tremble

which buries itself…and makes the sea rise