Softened soil, sparkling  and gold. Phosphorescent green leaves and grass. Scent of the plants  [...]

  At last the house is empty. The windows sigh and let in the pigeons. [...]

  I found it at last in a grave of misplaced things dead to memory [...]

  I have no one to call by your name. The years have scrambled past [...]

  A bright blue bird from a distant tree flies into my house. When it [...]

  That morning, I woke without a face. I had dropped it, sleep walking at [...]

              à Jean Rousselot   J’invente la pierre de tes reins La [...]

      Montélimar Ville à nougat assailli par le vent Montélimar La solitude est [...]

  La porte qui s’ouvre Au plus profond de la tranchée du cœur Est une [...]

                        à Yves Martin   Paris La nuit du solitaire Dont le regard Brûle [...]