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near the mills
he took a deep breath
 then
 while the right hand shows a direction
the left one on the ear
he said :
winds are not for us today
let's defer the battle

he thought to the conquest
 of the strong fortresses

21

yes it is the life
yes it is the real rule
all gifted to the change
to distinguish nothing in this nature

 that only facts are eternal

but I extremely love you
 and I ask myself
 every time
how this feeling very fine sieze its end
sieze its death
how this real rule of the change
do not cross our hearts
 to us
why through the age

I depend on you

perhaps I am funny
prehaps I am insane

20

the weak light
 of a sun on point to leave
lets to guess the ground
an armed night

14

days in their perpetual current
seem like the dream I have to slip
into it
dream with an incontrolable
opened entry
dream with an incontrolable
opened exit
towards the possible way
towards an other
an impossible one
trailing a feeling
of the quay port's evening
and my own hard moment

13

is this tendency
towards doors behind
where refuge times which would have to pass
times which will have to be broken
on events to come 
is this tendency
the reflect of my deep wishes

10

a child forsaken semi-death
for a very deprived mother arms
exept tears
a child forsaken semi-death
will return to us
a violat wind
to carry out a judgement
already marked

19

me how the gates was large-open

in front of me
I refused to do steps ahead
believing sincerely that they are for ever opening
I was funny
I was insane

that it is finished the era of the joys
when I held

in my right-hand a sun
 in my left a full-moon

and
 a smile on  face which said
many good things

18

because of what is beautiful
in you
a braid
a face
a body
a heart
a taste
I do not love

because of
eternelly we meet each other
to move away
because of
you are my opposite
and when every time
near you
I burn

because of this
I don't love you

17

hide the memory
I fear that cities drive me out
while I deslike exils
hide the memory
I am only the shade of others
since I became an adored myth

16

when all winds were not useful
I returned my weapons
keeping my extreme question about things
 which never will be mine
which I will never be its

how then to not contest my desire in you
my half
my misleading mirage

15

I shut the crack
cracks round me
so wingings advices will never penetrate
into me
so I will never be defeated

12

when the day leaves us
leaving behind the night
armed to cover the world
with anguish

I also withdraw myself
trailing the heavy body
an anxious heart
towards the further
and a far corner where
nobody knows me
nobody waits me

11

as a host you accompany the wind
to say good bye and
discreetly
you entrust him semences
to give spring which will not delay
an appointment

9

don't never beleive in what you learned
 in the school
that we are
each one
for the other
is a half
don't beleive
because of the destiny
since we became the sacrifice
offered to the pulg time
and
 most things was changed
immense water already ran under the bridge
before we weeked up to annonce the death
of the ideal
in the ground and rain's tales
the recent yesterday's tales

8

how many candles was burned
 to light the great dream's nights
but
since you chosed to leave
I was satisfied to be on fire

7

days come towards me
days we would have to pass together
and nights
a few days
a few nights
which marked my life
all my life 

6

I wishfully went for you
I found only the echo
who will join a heart cutting off
which heaven is this covering me
 which land is this bringing me

5

when the day leaves us
leaving behind the night
armed to cover the world
with anguish
i also withdraw myself
trailing the heavy body
an anxious heart
towards the further
and a far corner
where
nobody knows me
nobody waits me

4

a city which seems dark
whose streets hardly animated by lights
 crossing the fog
a city which seems dark
doesn't want to do its steps ahead

and I am firmly held against the ice
which is covering her body last time hot
telling that in the last virrage behind
a fine tragedy waits us

but the city adores the dryness life
without counting its invaluable moments
and the ages which want to be prosperous

he will enjoy his harvests
how sowed in time

3

take this papers
take this love
I will keep my sails
I will keep my revolt
waiting the wind

1

to keep in joy the life
the innocence
to learn to water love which
 day after day
grows in us
for fear to let fade
the deep secret of our existence
because of this
you are childhood