Céréales & Tubercules Manioc 2018

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Brian Michael Barbeito LIGHTNING CHASES ME LIKE THE COYOTES HUNT THE DEER AND I AM CALLOW COMPARED TO THE WOO- DLAND’S AGE AND SAGACITY (AT ONE TIME OR ANO- THER OR VALLEY FIELD AND PATH) At one time or another wind crashes through the bushes but that is not all. The winter sun hits the world like a fire and down below even the regular paths, along the valley floor, four coyotes chase two deer faster and faster and the leaves throw themselves up not having a clue what has happened and a commotion can be heard. Nothing is caught yet, - but what a race, what a piece of trouble for everyone, and how fast they all go through there. At one time or another. And at one time or another ice breaks and the walkers foot falls through the pond, - he is then with frustration, mud, and a bruised knee to go along with the bruised ego. He has to get out of the quick-sand like vacuum the waiting mud below has created and still try to keep his shoe on his foot. He has to walk home, drenched, kind of throttled or sunken and the like. At one time or another the robust July day houses impossibly blue and red berries, a praying mantis, a snake that comes across the way of the yonder path and is old and wise and cannot be caught or photographed, - no not that one, - and though to tell the truth he is just a generic garden variety garter snake, - there is nothing really prosaic about him upon closer look. He is beauty, he is life, and he is a representation and part of the real kundalini energy both. At one time or other these things and thousands more happen. At one time or another, anyhow and anyways and anytime. At one time or another the creek flows and the pond is still and black and silent and who knows what it houses. The fences run along and the clouds skate through the sky then slow and bob a bit like balloons leaving and full of helium. They leave just the blue sky and then this sky turns ominous and dark, grey and after that the world becomes outright lurid and I am callow compared to its age and sagacity but I am game, I am all in, I am alive, and I am down. At one time or another,- I get struck by ground lightning minutes before the real storm, the lightning coming out from the earth and through the leg and out the back of the right leg leaving its charge, scarring and scaring with its burn mark. I thought a group of people had thrown a fast and large rock as a joke. But no joke it was, at one time or another.
L’encre étoilée L’automne est bien là L’été doucement se meurt Â bout de souffle, à bout de bras Sur la vie tout comme sur un cœur Ou tombent les feuilles Et glissent tant de larmes. Visage et nature s’endeuillent S’éteignent tristement les âmes. Â travers un temps de solitude Assise sur ce banc particulier Une immense lassitude Continue de se dessiner. Même les nuages Se remplissent de brume. Passent quelques images De bons souvenirs Et comme cet oiseau Qui semble courir Pour un pays plus chaud Elles se posent sur le cœur. Tentent de faire revenir Sur l’automne d’autres couleurs Autour des yeux embrumés Par les maux qui dévorent Petits à petits les belles pensées. Sous cette légère brise du lac Simplement s’endormir D’une porte qui claque Avec pour eux un sourire. Mélodie automnale Un morceau de piano Juste un mémorial Posée dans la tête «All myself to you» Accompagne cette tempête De sanglots et émotions. Un coup de vent effleure Le ballet de notes en perdition Sur cette musique pleure La journée qui se termine. Avec les feuilles qui tapissent Les sols et la vilaine mine Sur la vie et sa glisse. Comme les nombreuses branches Se dénudant bien trop vite Les tourments se déclenchent Dans le brouillard qui agite Toute cette réalité de faiblesse Glaçant précipitamment le cœur Auprès du lac bordé de tristesse Un nouvel automne de pleurs…
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