Amphora

Une etoile se forme selon ton dessin 
Une etoile se forme 
(aah) 
Ein Stern nimmt Gestalt nach deinem Muster  
Dessin ton dessin 
Une Etoile ein Stern une Etoile ein Stern ton dessin

— Vocalise —

You moved moved aside your intransigent spheres 
You moved moved aside your intransigent spheres 
to pick a flower flower flower 
to pick a flower flower 
you reverberated with a world of light 

You moved moved aside your intransigent spheres 
You moved moved aside your intransigent spheres 
to pick a flower flower flower  to pick a flower  
you reverberated with a world of light

you carry a stone gaze 
on four feathers
you carry a stone sigh 
on four leaves
using the polite or the familiar form 
on a mountain of cups 
refreshes the façade of kisses 
waters the symmetrical souls 
that drop from their left hands 
into their right-hand mouths
and gobble one another down without kid gloves 
using the polite or the familiar form 
on a mountain of cups 
gives night to a day 
that's dressed to the hilt 
and that flies off with posh ears 
and snowy shoes
to alight on the head of a star 
that imitates the human voice

You would always dream of winged stars, 
of flowers cajoling flowers 
on the lips of infinity, of light-sources blossoming out,
of symmetrical bloomings, 
of breathing silks, 
of serene sciences,
far from the houses of a thousand darts 
and the prostrations of naive deserts, 
among a thousand untidy miracles.
You dreamed of things that rest in the immutable home of light.
You painted an unveiled rose, 
a bouquet of waves, 
a live crystal.

Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb