For my suns and my moons, I will take away, all the suns and the dunes
All the palaces, the gardens, the gold? Seen in my sleep and my feathers
I will return to the clouds, the rain of stars that fell on earth
From the celestial vault, I, dusty mother summary Sitting on the earth's crust
Nebulous gaze; because my dreams carry to the ethers
Fabulous point of view; breathes new, pure air into the heart of my leaves and my worms
Attic opening onto a city of light, the horizon is lost on
Towers and domes peaceful haven of peace for women and men
For you I will carry a pure spring, springing from a rock
That the adventurer has never touched, nor the elder © for his sisters and brothers
Rider, proud, bearer of love at the bottom of the Cypher
Each of my prayers, serves God, loses cursed Lucifer
In the silk of 'Samarkand, I will wrap my sweet thoughts for you
And your mother would heal all my wounds in the heart of my soul and my flesh
Do not see the universe, as a border between dark and light
The sword and the light, categories, classes like the notary and the clerk
I will place above your heads a shield made of 'copper and iron
Where God will seal our eternal union like thunder and lightning
I lay my life at your feet I only have one is expensive.
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For my suns and my moons,
I will make the future a simple outline for reading
I will chase away fear and its mists
So that your dreams remain this refuge that the sky whispers
I will pave the streets of my heart with elk so that your steps are sure,
Because each day is harsh by nature.
I enter with both feet into the tornado of my nerves,
Between the pen and the stone my prose lodges, alone I don't know what to do,
I spell your name between 1000 which come to my ears,
Tells time more precious than a rare stone, rare light,
Generates a rare pair, I speak of the brain of the stake, and of its two hemispheres
In the shade of sycamores! We will philosophize about genesis and its mysteries
Like a young fawn caught by an eagle between the beak and the claws
The fetter and the iron, I will see your chains and I I will come to undo them
I will leave a metaphorical collection at the bottom of a cupboard
Like a knighthood, celebrating a new poetic generation
A winter one of these harsh months, where the blizzard freezes the rivers
My bag will be filled with dates and desert wind
With a radius of 'pulsar, of a galaxy which declines under the weight of the ages
Ccollapses on itself, I will tell this story so that it does not love
Long recluse , in the strong severe ascetic discipline
Difficult to discern, the demarcation between the sky and the sea
Frontal impact and bridging, hence polar contact
Our eyes meet, like the high jets of matter above the sunspots
This stanza, much more than a vulgar letter
Reveals a major difference, like that existing between sand and glass
Let us raise our hearts to the glory of lamps in the secret garden of the fathers
Where each second, passed, sees a thought addressed to its pearls.
It's a thought addressed to my pearls.
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