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Poem for tree.

A mad talks to a dead tree

She tells him a poem that comes from very far.

She lost her memory, is no longer willing to consider its history.

There is that the plants and animals

Now,

In the small world that it has been able to protect.

The roots of the tree suddenly began to shake,

And slowly, a sheet was born.

Briton.

We shared our solitudes

In the coffee shop

With your little habits,

Your desire to go far.

You hanger your eighty-twenty years

With bide your and your stick,

And your nose positron.

The steaks and Vina's

The football eating

It was an unlikely couple,

In this small restaurant.

The silence idyllic

From our different ages.

The important thing is the star.

In cross-road

At the heart of the cross heavenly

South North, an angel sleeping,

Left Right clock that box.

During the summer of Indian

It sits on an island

Looking lost distant

When a fisherman approach.

Farm eyes, "he said.

In five years, or do you see you?

Papères closed salty sun,

She listens Sea dance.

The path to trace the sound of a bell tower

She suddenly saw the footsteps of his intended.

Open your eyes said the old smile,

You saw the star, now you can live.

The Black Madonna.

It looks good in the bad

The light in the darkness;

The music in silence

And water in the vast desert.

Mother of gypsies, Virgin Egyptian

It covers none of the little jewels.

She always walk alone in the crowd

Wandering its not drunk.

Mama AAfricain a Siberian night,

Fire and incense on an iceberg iced

It traces the planet as a Sicilian widow

Its purpose than to marry any form of opposition.

If you cross one day please

Give them your pain and your joy.

Travel OEnrique

Hopefully sleep that night arrives

As a train at the station, a boat in port

What I expect by shaking a white handkerchief

When in my sleep I scented sheets.

SSommeliertake my soul and offers him wings

Let me freely soar to unprecedented horizons

SSurveillantMountains and Seas eyes dazzled

With music from around the world, between yesterday and today.

Provides wisdom and patience when the revolt mhabit

Tenderness and delight when I travel to your sides,

Let my ideas fall without being eengagees

Like a wild flower that grows on icy summits.

I am waiting SoSommelierlazy in my bed

When the heart beats blue and black of night,

You are so often, my best friend.

Matches.

I met Brigitte, yesterday evening.

She dragged her sadness and her wine along the pavement.

I walked slowly to his side,

She talked about her latest love,

Party search for matches, three days ago.

She drags the leg, the requiem for a living

The anguish minting love the haunting disappeared.

Suddenly, I begin to laugh good heart

L living sings, although inside, he died.

I told her she is beautiful, that the important thing is to live.

She stops suddenly. She breathes deeply.

Regardless of the men, women,

The drop companions.

Tonight spring Abbesses vibrate the accordion,

And each moment of life is a small donation
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