Nothing is as violent...



Nothing is as violent as the brake of day

Armoured insects scatter in silent waves

Birds eat over the dead bodies

Sighers of the day



Words disappear behind cascades of laughter

Women listen to rumors : voices whisper dissipate in minds



Under the doors embrasure : perfection of the wind

Laughter which does not fear the ridiculousness of tender feeling

Sharp openings of dazzled twilights

Life is only to be enjoyed in the sun



The days lenghtened without fear of exhaustion

The days lenghtened on the pavement

I can close my eyes again... now...



City

Abyss

Buoyancy

Light

Human organisation to overcome fear

And these fires always lit

Does who sleep prepare for death

Not having anticipated the smallest jolt

Looks refrain their desires to throw nives

Leaded glass window set up with sun

The shadow is hard like a silex

The time is closing like a mirror

Heat exhaled through chests

There where the sky bursts

The morning consume itself

The seas digest whith difficulty

People applause the napes broken against the back of seats



... I am awakened by children’s voice...

Here country of shores

Open window on the Ocean where the sky descends

Hope of breathing profoundly !



Here country of purple dunes

Displaced randomly by the wind !

The landscape is forming

Is deforming

As if everything becaime unattainable



Here country of women

Where

The sun

Widdens

My eyes !



©Dominique Blumenstihl

In : "Profil Humain"

Poetic prize of the City of Dijon, France

(translation : Charles Vallerand)