D’anonymes formes floues s’enlacent dans la tendresse du pont d’un souffle clair et limpide. D’immobiles sarments de cachemire pourpre enrubannent des ébats incolores, spiralant des ellipses de chaleur oxydée, redéfinissant les contours de galaxies encrées dans le serein. Une aurore humide perle sur le contour des lèvres du temps, des monceaux de caresses ourlent les abords de l’infini, la ruralité nomade dévergonde les urbanités mercantiles. Corolle qui s’épanouit en fleur d’obsidienne dévitrifiée, une orchidée soupirante émerge de la poussière, ébroue son cristal de fraîcheur dans une inondation de pollen souverain et entonne son chant de murmure insomniaque pendant que l’amour formule une nouvelle fois la recette intangible du plaisir.
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BRIDGE OF PURPLE SIGHS
Anonymous fluid forms entwine within the tender bridge of a crystal clear sigh. Still vines of purple cashmere beribbon the colorless rhythms, ellipses of oxidized heat spiral, redefining the contours of inky galaxies within the serenity. A humid dawn pearls on the curve of time’s lips, mounds of caresses hem the edge of infinity, nomadic rurality debauches mercantile urbanity. Corollas spread out in flowering of obsidian un-glassed, a sighing orchid emerges from the dust, shakes off crystal freshness in an inundation of sovereign pollen and bursts into her murmuring insomniac song while love formulates once again the intangible recipe of pleasure.
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lovely.
do you really live in a world of such beautiful flowers?
can you see the sea?
https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSAXjXL0vG5Eu6wWJBrWHUJ1ZzeannKnYIpO18rxHANMUiZi1wJBQ
this is what I see…if you add blowing trash, dust riddled air and the smell of sulfur in the mornings
4 IN STANCE
The sea’s just a lake
When the lady of the sword arises
And the blind man only sees
What her eyes are painting
Only one tree to make
A forest of millions leaves
Billions of atoms
In a single grain of sand
No matter the colour of the dust
Out of the purple haze
The emerald rules the sky
Around the Dineh plain
https://maps.google.fr/maps?q=2+Avenue+de+la+Croisette,+Blagny&layer=c&z=17&iwloc=A&sll=49.623597,5.188797&cbp=13,10.3,0,0,0&cbll=49.623584,5.188793&hl=fr&ved=0CAsQ2wU&sa=X&ei=JmMCU6uGOI2s8QOXmICIDA
this used to be a farm in the middle of the fields, only a muddy path was going here from the village in the 1960’s^^
https://maps.google.fr/maps?q=2+Avenue+de+la+Croisette,+Blagny&layer=c&z=17&iwloc=A&sll=49.623597,5.188797&cbp=13,10.3,0,0,0&cbll=49.623584,5.188793&hl=fr&ved=0CAsQ2wU&sa=X&ei=JmMCU6uGOI2s8QOXmICIDA
fun. think you are an optimist!
https://cbks0.google.com/cbk?output=thumbnail&cb_client=maps_sv&thumb=2&thumbfov=60&ll=33.597475,-102.366745&yaw=177.8&thumbpegman=1&w=300&h=118
oops. think this will work.
here’s the tree…