Thanks to all of your nice passages ! I wish you a sunny Sunday ! the hollow of this tree!
the hollow of this tree
I hide
Far bad language hounds
Finding Peace and forget
I threw myself into this shadow
to go, who to me seems
The happiness of quiet in this new world
For I am not afraid of losing myself in this renaissance
I hear a bird who reasons his gaiety
I'm not alone in this unusual places, far
Hence a flame of hope in that original land
Or escape my thoughts, my desires and my formula recited poetry, finally!
This pause in the wild, hunting black my ideas
Before the bird takes off, the shaft support
I forgot my worries, my fears, constraints, obligations , agitations
Before the end of the summer, I like him, I'm ready for my departure
But this is just goodbye
For I come back, the hollow This tree
Find the secret at its center,
His impenetrable mystery
In the aisles of a vast flower garden
I'm so good! It will take so that people do!
It is, of course, I can receive
for you there will always be room!
text written by the traveler Arts (Jose Tilliet)
The 31.01.2011 at Montceau mine!
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