LOST WAVES 2012-01-13 From the cup of the Horn the wind blows our dreams away, Streaking foaming white lines on the crests. A nautilus drifts by Contracting and pulsing Like a heart with mysterious convolutions, A candy cerebral hot air baloon In spaces lit by Sirius and Venus; Vivant, dans le corbillard A fond dans le brouillard. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmFAwzpLbGw&feature=related Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 184 Back to home