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 …
Nothing exists of all this fabulous mess, nothing at all, zero, not a single atom.
When the wolf Fenrir shook the world's axis Yggdrasil, the cosmic order ended
All over the world there are strangely shaped rocks that evoke animals. Natural or not?
Persia, 3rd century -- Mani thinks he is a prophet and invents Manicheism.