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le ciel se replie le saule suspend l’heure l’eau médite encore rien ne se sépare la lumière se répand entre deux instants the sky folds inward the willow suspends all time water dreams in light nothing divides now light spills through the passing air between two moments

flux sans origine éclats d’absence immobile trace sans retour vide en abondance naissance du disparaître silence du temps mémoire dissoute dans l’éclat d’un non-être impermanence nue   originless flow shards of unmoving absence a trace without end abundant in void birth within disappearing the silence of time dissolved memory in the flash of non-being bare impermanence

We ask its name. The planchette moves from a letter to a letter to numbers, to all the years between, to just its geometrical shape in the sky, to bokeh, to only its ball shaped lens to light. All the deadlight of names we gave to stars, all the deadlight of names. The ghost gone from ghost to orb to the distance between stars to another connection broken for someone to go to the sky, our youthful hands so large in the sky.

Le vent désarme, pur, il redessine le ciel, un souffle pense. L’horizon s’incline, les formes se transforment, chemins invisibles. Chaque instant s’efface, se confond avec l’espace, le vide s’illumine.   The wind disarms, pure, it redraws the endless sky, a breath that thinks. The horizon bends, forms shift and transform, invisible paths. Each moment fades away, blending with the boundless space, emptiness lights up.

Le monde s’effleure Corps sans poids, reflets lents La lumière hésite Tout reste en suspens Le désir, presque The world brushes lightly Weightless bodies, slow reflections The light hesitates Everything hangs in suspension Desire, almost

À la mer, les oiseaux ne volent plus, Leurs ailes-plumes ont été coupées, N’écrivent plus les poèmes chantés; L’encre s’est diluée dans le reflux. At sea, the birds no longer fly, Their feathery wings have been cut off, They no longer write the sung poems; The ink has been diluted in the ebb tide.

A paper boat floats in the sky, Where rain falls up, and birds don't fly. In fields of glass, the rivers bend, And time forgets how our path should end. You speak in colors I can't see, Yet every word unravels me. A flicker caught between the seams, A heart that's never what it seems. In silent songs, we spin the air, With footsteps dancing everywhere. No rules, no stars, no fate to chase, Just a feeling that wanders into space. We drift through dreams, both wild and true, A universe built out of you. With whispered winds, our stories blend, In echoes that refuse to end. The world rewrites itself in lines, Unraveled threads, unseen designs. No gravity to pull us down, Just endless sky where we might drown. But here we sail, this fragile grace, A fleeting glance, straight into space. A paper boat, a fleeting sigh, Still floating on a painted sky.

miroir sans surface l'arbre glisse dans le ciel nul vent, nul passage feuilles en sommeil le vert pense à disparaître dans l’eau qui oublie   mirror without face the tree glides into the sky no wind, no passage leaves asleep in thought green begins to disappear in water that forgets

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