When I was a child, my grandmother Loly made a blanket out of dress for me. 
She lived in a former farmhouse with pink windows and a stream passing by (Le Ton) ; she used to paint.
On the dawn of her departure, she wore a wig. 
I can't hardly remember but a blanket. 
She had an edelweiss in a book.
I still have it.

Primavera

Preview, bad mp3 quality. 
Was in a mindhurry.

« Bastide

verre à pied fêlé
plein d'un vin rouge 
gelé

fixe une poutre
branlante qui
chancela

à larme sang, 
vendange grêle 
et pleut l'orage.

Occises, 
Des lyres ;
L'été. »

draftpaper, august.

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