Monday, October 10, 2016

Béatrice Machet # 256 temptation-21


256    temptation-21

Tentation de jamais. Pour que toujours l’approche. Pour que longtemps dans un souffle qui pourtant ne s’arrête. Qui pourtant. Léger dans le lourd du temps béant. Au fond de soi ça mord. Des crocs des mâchoires sans aboiements.  Au fond de soi le ventru d’un mur. Que jamais il ne s’éboule que jamais les pierres à redresser que toujours la maison. Chercher les mots amoncelés comme oser monter au grenier. 

Temptation of never. So always can come closer. So that a long time in one breath however doesn’t stop. Which however. Light in the heaviness of gaping time. Deep down within oneself it’s biting. Fangs and jaws without barking. Deep down within oneself a potbellied wall. Let it never crumble so never stones to be adjusted and always the house. Seek for piled up words the way you dare creeping up to the attic.

2 comments:

  1. parmi les mots amoncelés
    je cherche moi-meme

    (sorry, no accents on my computer)

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  2. Hi Kit! oui c'est bien ça, se trouver soi-même! Is it possible? and we feel we have found this "true self" are we becoming a "plaything" of this feeling, is it another illusion...!!!??? Always something to bring you to thinking!! (or doubting)

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