Marcel Aouizerate


Alea Jacta Est


Le vent soudain dans la cime d'un arbre et

Son angle qui faseye:
Il faut partir,
Il y aura d'autres danses rituelles.

Un chapeau de branches confectionné pour la Pâques
Sera légué à ceux qui restent;
Nous devons nous débarrasser des souvenirs:
Il faut passer la mer.

Passer sa vie en vertiges
Augmente le niveau
Depuis la ligne de séparation
Il faut partir.

Partir sur la voie qui mène
D'Old La Honda
A Tunitas,
Puis de Pescadero à Half Moon Bay,
De la baie à l'aéroport qui attend comme une bête
En éveil, tournée vers la France.

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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