"Forests"
Luc Mouillere
Oil - 77 x 51 Inches
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In the too full of life, I have made the choice of emptiness... In the too full of life, In the tingling of hopes and regrets, In the severe agitation of the forests, Who ascend to the assault of the sky, In the dark fringes of the eaves, And the sun's brightness of the honeycomb rays, In the afloat dark of the golden bees, And the white heart of the sandstone, I have made the choice of emptiness, White breathing, without wrinkles From the breath of the wind that always aspires. The melted colors, nothing worse Only the essential strength of the primaries Who are struggling in the hope of survival, Can drink the thirst of the dry land Who makes to dance in the void The man who still breathes. Vitrail of Joy. Along the trunks Go up in a tremor lightly Life that comes to dream That there is not only the trees that climb up to the sky To caress between their branches the sun And let himself be rocked by his sweet torpor.There is no more than sunflowers to turn to him.There are also, who live at his rate, all the flowers.But above all, there are so many these men. Who rise up to this star which shines above To refresh in him their ardour. Vibration of the colors Breathing of the white silence Greens so tender soothing Odours of the vermilion Heal of the yellow Torror of the great blue.
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