[islander]

In the country of my huts
I knew comanches
who hooted and fought dawns
on their burned-out horses.

I breathed under the totems
of tamed fear,
up and tattooed by lights
I ate boring tortoises.

I slept in the tipies of unchanging plains
and drank with my hands
at the springs of mountains,
to the wind’s warlike fists .

Prosit, I have populated my universe of pains,
smokes and incomprehensible snows,
so I might share my Bible of stars and childhood
with the careful civilization of heart.

Sujet

[islander]

thank you very much ellefenix for the kind comment, and thanks for the magnificent stanza which bring a great philosophy and emotion in my heart…

have a nice day

yann 😆 😆 😆

[Auteur]

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