The tree
The tree spreads its colors ve n t
Time thrives under the sheet
Of fireflies tangled in new light
At night opposite and we we
powder taped, water when
Thunderstorms are mixed, sometimes their old songs
Always present a priori a certain grace
I go often fall asleep when the point
The great noon the shadow of those heights
In the hollow of this seasons vehemence
This resistance, refuge beat month
I go there ensevel i r my black river
Given the silence that m 'E mpanache
Its strange beauty ...