The Poets ' refuge

This refuge extends from my more tender childhood, even so violent,
to my love the more impassioned, even so tender.

I grew in the shade of a castle in ruin in the dark glance of the loopholes with culverin.
	I have grown very young like these wild flowers between the paving stones without age.
Strange sympathy between a nimble small child and so large ramparts carved by time as fragile old men...

I grew in the moor like a wild child
My best friend, my dearer landscape
This land is me and I am this land
It is there that go to earth the great mystery.

A wild land where the wind blows extremely,
playing of the musette in bottom of the thorny bushes
and of the oboe to the summit of the vertiginous trees,
of the more tormented souls you play chords.

Sentimental daydreams: it is the title of my first collection of poems; Songs of Passion: title of my second collection: from theses collections I deliver some poems.