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Emotions that snuggle up there ...

Free inspiration, hidden meaning or evidence ... a set of texts and poems written by a childhood friend, Claude Panouillé

This section is enriched over the course of the meetings: send me texts or comments that inspire you these works and they will be published.

ALLEZ' ENFANTS

Come on zchildren
Don't stay coiled up
In my lap in my warmth
Come on
I throw you on the fly

go to life
Go anywhere you want
According to your desires
To the flow of your desires
In the frosts in the heat wave
With shady sweetness

Go sow your seeds
And celebrate your engagement
To the bursts of the waterfalls
To laughter and sobs
Go hoot at the moon
Rolling you in the thick grass
In suns and twilights
To your turbulences to your pleasures
Feel the power surge

grow multiply
Your follies your wanderings
Your conquests your defeats
It's your life you'll make
Who is waiting for you.

He who is the son of Erebus

(Just a foot) (A knee?) Holds it back

- (More than a foot) (Almost nothing) to the soil

In the underground world

That of the old order

Wild and uncertain

Soon the era of drunkenness

The woman is not far

An era of joy

And almost we meet

Both are in a hurry

Life is only promises

It's a new era

And the land is theirs

Fresh new and so beautiful

This is their playground

- Eternal life?

We can dream of it that way.

THE RIPPING

THE RIPPING

He who is the son of Erebus

(Just a foot) (A knee?) Holds it back

- (More than a foot) (Almost nothing) to the soil

In the underground world

That of the old order

Wild and uncertain

Soon the era of drunkenness

The woman is not far

An era of joy

And almost we meet

Both are in a hurry

Life is only promises

It's a new era

And the land is theirs

Fresh new and so beautiful

This is their playground

- Eternal life?

We can dream of it that way.

THE RIPPING

He who is the son of Erebus

(Just a foot) (A knee?) Holds it back

- (More than a foot) (Almost nothing) to the soil

In the underground world

That of the old order

Wild and uncertain

Soon the era of drunkenness

The woman is not far

An era of joy

And almost we meet

Both are in a hurry

Life is only promises

It's a new era

And the land is theirs

Fresh new and so beautiful

This is their playground

- Eternal life?

We can dream of it that way.

He who is the son of Erebus

(Just a foot) (A knee?) Holds it back

- (More than a foot) (Almost nothing) to the soil

In the underground world

That of the old order

Wild and uncertain

Soon the era of drunkenness

The woman is not far

An era of joy

And almost we meet

Both are in a hurry

Life is only promises

It's a new era

And the land is theirs

Fresh new and so beautiful

This is their playground

- Eternal life?

We can dream of it that way.

THE RIPPING

TRUST OR THE HAND OF GOD

The hand

Closed she refuses

Make fist she grinds

She closes imprisons

She slaps or pummels

Part of the human heart

It is she who shapes

Who takes or who gives

Who writes who reasons

Which brushes which radiates

Who grapes and reaps

Who holds the bow in the fall

Of the shivering violin

Never more accomplished

That when it is filled

When there is a woman there

With the twisted mat

Who stands there all enclosed

Not captive

And woman fully

Fully confident

No need for her to eat there

That she laughs there that she dances there

Whether she kisses or gives herself

Because his full presence

Flexibility and density

Dress the world

Hot perfection

- But get out of the gangue

She still has to want it.

CHERUBIN POTELE and OTHER

That chubby cherub?

Under the folds no mystery

No crack

The light

Does more than nimber

- Nothing to do with that

With a sharp quiver

Who comes from among the Greeks

He is the accomplishment without the thrill

Bliss without uncertainty

Innocence not license

The pure soul of lust

Pleasure without lust

Good faith not bad

Nothing that scolds nothing that is deaf

Bonhomie not infamy

It's the world before the fault

Roundness without the inextinguishable ardor

The flesh without sin

It's the world before the fault

A smooth world without real delight

- Chubby cherub just the opposite

That emaciated imp turned smoke black

Sharp tapered

Without his stray bow

In some scuffle.

EVE AFTER ...

She knew the snake

She tasted the fruit

She knew the taste of the unknown

She experienced nudity

She knew the man

She knew life

And after

She wanted to know again

She hoisted herself up

With all its density

Up to the top

She only found ways of apples

And after

The branches bend

Near is the void

After

And if there was nothing left

After.

The earth is unraveling

Yes the earth is withering away

Laminated continents

The earth is crumbling

The earth cannot but

Oh soon they will come

The days the days without bread

In the colors of the night

Then the days without color

And the days without a day

All these days without tomorrow

- And those days forever

DAY WITHOUT BREAD OR SISYPH IN THE MILKYWAY

INTERLACED or CREVE-COEUR

So close

To dig the body

To burst my heart

To become one

So close

And they become one

The bodies are hollowed out

Have broken hearts

More late

Hallucinated gasps

As soon as they are entwined, as soon as they are untied

The desire will have been on time

But it will turn out

That their delirium was a lure

Loneliness their lot

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Concentrates

Secured to the ground at a few anchor points

Braces

Arched

Inground

- but not what cannot be

Tense muscles tendons bandaged

Darting energy

Lightweight heavy fiery density

Demanding

Terrestrial not ethereal

As frozen

For an eternity

- So much tension so much desire

And it's hardly if we touch

BARELY ...

EVE OR THE ETERNAL TEMPTATION

- He simply camped, he knows his task well

A land to carry and to detach

To fill to perfect and that no longer hurts

The slightest roughness on its roundness

The strength of his arm, for sure, will be enough

Who effortlessly supports Cain this innocent

And Abel whose life is full of promises

The place suits him which was assigned to him

- She picked up dense and ready for the boom

Because the man's shoulder is no longer

that footstool

No need for a snake

In her this strength

This impulse this thirst this need this tyrant

The attraction of the spell and the taste of vertigo

A poet will write Hell or Heaven whatever

Deep in the Unknown to find New

And from Eve will descend all those who will leave

The furrow traced straight the warmth of the hearth

The diaper of the wife with well-learned gestures

The expected tomorrow the expected pleasures

The cycle of seasons never renewed

The sweetness of the orchard and the rest of the bench

The Van Goghs the Darwins the first Easter Islanders

All those who will wear their soles of wind

- From Eve will proceed all those who seek

In the blue swirls the yellow of the absinthe

Back to the mirror on the other side of the world

In the shelter of the hermit in Pierrot's habit

Below the volcano in the heart of its crater

In the vapors of incense in the flesh lust

All those who will seek the lost Atlantis

Cipango the golden the right metaphor

L'outrenoir the Grail l'Azur the blue note

The inaccessible star (e) the fleece of Colchis

Which are flowers of vertigo and rust and spells.