This is a small bouquet of some poems I commit, all fresh and French. I give up translating them. It outpass my poor English notions. Therefore I suggest you refer to the French page and enjoy the original version. Sound counts more than meaning …
The following spring, in the small garden, tiny swallows come out of the nest, chirping…
It was enough to open a small wooden door to leave the city without traveling.
There are four rocks in your path, four enemies to overcome. Fight them to the…
Get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get…
150 million years ago, ▲ created Woman. She and ▲ were reptilians covered with scales.
Arthur is not a legend. Either he has lived for 2,000 years, or his name…