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Look-up the silver moon

I was remembering Li-Po

Watching a Chinese lady

Which one

I like...

O my loverly girl..my little lover

such as a poem that give some swelened word

Look on the Webpage

in my single room

watching a chinese lady

west and east is not too far

my little girl

like the flowers under sunlight in the morning

love one

YELLOW WITH THE RED

AMONG THESE FLOWERS FIELD

THE FULLED COLORS

I was looking at the sea

the brain in my heart was crackling

Over the waves O water and salt

like my childhood beauty

Over my skin humanity is born

In such a pretty instant

I will nerver forget

when I die in your eyes

Peaceful and blue

ready for love

In 1989,the poet Jean Simoneau gave me as a gift a poem titled"Drowning" with which I realized a limited edition of thirty copies in serigraphy.Then ,I sent one of them  to Ray Johnson who was residing in Long Island New-York.later,the artist Sheila Sporer informed me with regrets of his suicide by drowning (in sag harbord) during my Exhibition at the One foot square gallery in Seacliff,New-York to paid Hommage for Ray...The coincidence was not intentional.His suicide is viewed as his last performance ...his friends told us that Ray johnson had just joined the mainstream of the contemporary art....

THE SKY IS BLUE

SOMETHING HAPPEN WITH THE RAIN

FALLING ON MY ROAD

An evening on the Younge street

Down-town found me,

all by myself in the evening.

Somewhere nearby.

Winter lingering not feeling March;

came back here time and time again.

to find the street endlen lenght,

an appeal to let go

to go but not to come

just

be cornered by some passing

by beautiful dresses...

On Younge Street

Evening turns lovely

such as a basic yelling fulfilled...

El despertar en la manana,

y ver

todas las flores

todos los dias;

encuentro

que mi vida nace

con el nuevo dia

El viento

estuvo soplando

en la noche

las hojas callendo

yo caminando solo

sobre el apacible camino