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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)
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.