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Everyone to say...................... The women bird
Those who expect from you......................... Mexico................................................ Unfaithful woman
When I was the sea........................... We would have wanted
Her little feet of white satin
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Everyone to say

Everyone to say: you are symbolize
by me



uncontested accident of the hazard


and I
I look upon you over my day
I invent you unsane
and I tied you to my days

As if it must be


As if I must love you
and that I catch you
and that I keep you
and that I make love to you
and that I die with you


As if it must be


Though
though there is
beyond your universe
an army of universes
as much incontestable
and accessible
than you

It is so

You had your life
not Me
I am new
not You
You have been loved
not Me
I begin
not You
You have loved
not Me


It is so




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The women bird



what my brain carry
is not to be pleasing
to you
to those
to all those
who do not have time to be regular
but pretend to be birds
and who frolic
and who pretend to dream
and who travel from one dream to the other
without thinking

there is no dream
to those who know the bird
and who love the bird
and who invite the bird
but there is bad dream
the day the bird leave
there is sadness
the day the bird return
there is despair
when we know the bird
may leave some day
as he has done before

because
the bird is not regular.


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Those who expect from you


those who look at you, around you
those who are around

and great and wise and rich
those who tell you in the eyes

"I look inside you and I understand you and you will come with me"

those who are in the movement
in the pronouncement
in the condescending
and who expect from you
a movement as their own

but

you are above
the movement of people
who look inside you
and who are nothing but
other people
we look at, inside themselves.



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Mexico



while they are taking you by the Equator

here I am, laying in a too long night

I dream at everything, even at the idea

that we could not sea each other again
in case of....................................... the overthrow of the organized worlds
in case of..................................the disintegration of the inventions of man
in case of.................................the return to the insurmountable distances
in case of.......................the sudden resurgence of your thirst of freedom
I see myself defying the Mechanics, the Economies,
your desire for space, the countries over there,
those who carry you over there,
far from here, far from me
like I would defy the catastrophy
that could destroy the Mechanics, the Economies,
your desire of return, your country,
and that withdraw myself from our reunion
the need to see you again
and the atrocious suffering of knowing you are away
make me defy this distance
and fear the resurgence of an Insurmountability
I beg you
come back before dreams become nightmares
I see myself thinking
there is obstacles between us
there is a continent that separates us
there is the see from both sides
there is war behind the clouds
there is the exotic love
there is sun
there is passion behind the landscapes
there is beauty and kindness, evil and foolishnesss
there is death
there is everything between us
that separates us
whilst

there could be only the two of us.




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unfaithful women



Apple on day-break
always gone
on a star that lead
far away
far from me.

Also, I will leave
far away


to the journeys of seas
to the journeys of all the seas
at the bottom of all seas
alone on day-break.

Apple of day-break
cannot be
over there and .....here.

Apple of day-break
cannot be
with the other
and not being with me.

Apple of day-break
cannot love
at the same time Me
and the Other overthere.

Apple of day-break
always gone
over a star that lead
very far from me.


It will be the last of your journeys
and I will leave
on day-break
far away from here
at the bottom of all seas.




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the sea


When I was the sea,
you never told me
the beauty she carries.

I came back
to my hole of dust,
believing in love
in shores full of girls,
believing in understanding
in organized man,
believing in invention,
in television.

And I am always
in my hole of dust,
regretting the monotony and the space
of my horizon of seas.
When I was the sea,
you never told me we could,
without ageing,
look at her all our life.
...
Now in my hole of dust,
skeleton in my scull,
assassins on my battlefields,

I am an unhappy child
born without permission,
and a girl that leave you without love,
a hole of dust without horizon.





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We would have wanted


lovely""
We would have wanted
for a time, a day
or perhaps always
we would have wanted
the tip of the day

over the journey
the journey
.
and the light
and the clear eyes
in the wind
the present
the time around
always

we would have though perhaps
that leaving

that growing in the wind
into time

around the wind the present
we would end up being right
and................................in love







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her little feet of white satin



Her little feet in my wounds
her little feet that move in my wounds
in my wounds, her little feet of white satin
my wounds of red blood and of massive pain
my ganglions in cramps ready to burst
my sufferings of loneliness and tears
and shouts, and cries, and moaning.

And her little feet of white satin that move
than move with amusement with passion
her sadic little feet of white satin that move
in my mortal wounds of red blood
in my mortal wounds of burst ganglions

into my wounds.................................................... the red satin of her feet.




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caresses of women



she went closed eyes
over you

she moved her fingers
into your life
she deposed her dream
in your eyes

then your eyes vanished
into her nights

your fingers search the night
in her eyes

your sleeps became
hers
her dreams of eternity succeed
in vanquish you

her nights of tired awakenings
strangled you
her nights leave a shaking

in your fingers


Marco Polo ou le voyage imaginaire (poetry: translated from rêves de femmes, 1998) © 1997 Jean-Pierre Lapointe


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