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First, there is the sky, endless and beginning,
azure, flamboyant red, uniformly gray.
Then there is the wind ...
light steady breeze, jerky bursts,
and sometimes without a breath of air.
The dream of Icarus is there,
within reach of a tight wire
at the end of the hand,
accessible to all.
Wintertime ice creation's
All the water has frozen ...
the audible, in his prison, writes his sonorous lace:
it's a big dinner of white tablecloths
faience and crystal!
Under the chandeliers, voices, fabrics, materials ...
The glasses sing, the jewels shine ...
Translucent organs make you vibrate
A score with half notes of light
orchestrate a music from before,
according to the scriptures that goes up,
swells and vanishes ... (Claire DAUTREY)