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August 27, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} Roger Guetta ~ Idyll

Roger Guetta ~ Idyll
Roger Guetta ~ Idyll


La Mort de l’Orion by Gérard Manset

Where the horizon ends,
Where both styles man never appease an end,
Finally, the threshold of the universe,
On the other setbacks
Piercing the night sky
Ink and d’ennui
Deep
Are made and unmade stars.

Beyond the great universe
Where colonies of the earth
Proliferate
And in the big black nebula
Of which, here are ten thousand years, was the story.

Since they made their way through the tens and hundreds of miles
To leave the land and its ancient cities,
Since they wanted to see
This crazy people, winged, black nebula
Since then, and already passed so many centuries
They had abandoned
Earth
This lonely people
Fell in love with its remains
And wanted to review the stem.

Now while streaming
All these millions of years
On the mother planet
Survivors damned
Redoraient the forecourt
Their lives
However that was crumbling interminably
Noise, dust and wind
And sagged concrete
That flowed d’Orion people.

We saw many other stars since
Lighted as the bottom of a well.
Orion that death awaits
A priest seated men kneeling
And misunderstood people
Requests.

Orion will never see the country
And the moon, his sister, will far from here
Wings.
The heavens like a slum,
Deprived of their lace
Look down

Amid the white cherry trees,
On his horse
The priest silver scissors.
His hands are covered with gold paper
And front of his face off.

Tall trees stand, wet eyes
And as their hair braids
That hide the sun,
The flowers are like ears peeled.

We
Although our fragile membranes
We make it a bit less agile
Together
If we avenge our dead
If we suffer again
We cremate their bodies
If you want us again, again,
If you want us again, again.

And the altar is set
On his hands, on his wounded arm
Looking north,
Hands outstretched like a carnivorous plant.

And further than you hear the laughter
Already dead coming out of their mouths wax
We must let them.
These are only mammals
In this world of prose
Where nothing holds when it is placed.

We
Although our eyes are too light,
We will return to earth
Together.
We will cross the seas
Our world map,
Resume our iron mines
If we are allowed to do,
If we are allowed to do.

We
Although our fragile membranes
We make it a bit less agile
Together
If we avenge our dead
If we suffer again
We cremate their bodies
If you want us again,
If you want us again.

Orion
Feeling his end coming
Pitched his people against their memories
Against their memories.

For a long time,
Long
Rich everything
This parasite people
Which visiting
Often made our bankruptcy.

From where he had placed on the ground d’Orion,
He pointed his guns headfirst
To the horizon and then to the ground.

Beyond the tallest mountains
Amid seaweed,
Lives Solomon
Like the Teutonic knights,
As satanic lepers
And whose princely descent and millennium
Forever, one day left the earth.

This is the hollow Due lagoon
He walked the dunes
One evening moon
Spiraling down from heaven,
The angels fell from the stars.

Barely holding standing
Buried by mud,
Soft sand,
Their seeming like so many snakes
They destroyed everything in an instant.

For a long time,
Long
Rich in every
As a seashell
Whose shell is ageless
Solomon ignored other shores.

Beyond the tallest mountains
Amid seaweed,
Solomon lived,
Like the Teutonic knights
As satanic lepers
Whose princely descent and Millennium
To cover his body dug earth.

Marine fossoyeuses
Find in his chest
As vermin
That despite d’Orion priests
Eating him alive.

For a long time,
Long
Jealous of all,
Standing in their caravels
This people to new forms
Knocked our citadels
Of a sudden d’aile.

Orion will never see the country
And the moon, her sister will, far from here,
Wings.
Orion will never whether, cried, grown,
Quoiqu’aura lived well at least so they say
Without it.
The heavens like a slum
Deprived of their laces
Look down.

We
By the law that gives us our age
Reduce our son to slavery
Together.
If tomorrow we like each d’eux,
It will ensure
None of them will emerges
The world we close our doors.

The legend d’Orion
Died.

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Damian De Souza ~ Pretty Boy

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Leon Williams ~ Sentinel
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Clint Cline ~ Maui Summer

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Clint Cline ~ Lauderdale Summer

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Meri Walker ~ Goodnight, You Moonlight Lady

Meri Walker ~ Goodnight, You Moonlight Lady
Meri Walker ~ Goodnight, You Moonlight Lady
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