Translated from the French by Patrick Williamson

Space reinvented
Fleeting power of white
Frail skiffs moored
to passing life
Fragilities
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”
Intimate maps
Improbable exits
Mysteries Mirages
Wandering tamed
Nebula and Nests, Nudities
Tranquil Traces
in the provisional eternity
of the Tableau

The landscape
suddenly
put on its Sunday best
took on the festive look
of a modest New Year
just what’s needed
to attract looks
and change
the pace
of the walker

She already knew
giddy departures and
the unexpected on roads
she returns
from afar
towards scenes
she finds
familiar

Unexpected abundance
Diaphanous lace
windows of light
inventive inscriptions
on the fearless paving
of inner cities

Quiet strength
of things
until the preset
fading
Sensitive figuration
of disappearance

Absolute beauty
of eloquently
shapeless forms
crossing
of impetuous
swirls

How much longer
How many seasons
before it takes leave
from the memory of mankind
until only an image remains
of what was

She does not know
has never known
will never know
neither before
nor after
nor even why
life passes
Insidious presence
Unstable promise
What will remain of all this?

The magic of the moment
suspended
between suns
threatening
Fragments of universes
Evanescence

She disregarded
looked elsewhere
admired
the poet’s face
among silent
skyscrapers
head bowed
hand well extended
take leave
of the city
with a discrete farewell

Nomad among nomads
she haunted
all the faces of waiting
in anonymous
stations and
airports
rediscovering
with pleasure
the giddiness
of lives
that escaped
the time
of clocks

Random lines
constantly restarted
the snowy interludes
ruthlessly decline
their own

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