“Te souviens tu mon Lou de ce panier d’oranges
Douces comme l’amour qu’en ce temps là nous fîmes
Tu me les envoyas un jour d’hiver à Nîmes
Et je n’osais manger ces beaux fruits d’or des anges.”

” Remember my Lou, of this basket of oranges
Soft as the love we made this time
You sent them to me one winter day in Nîmes
And I didn’t dare to eat these beautiful golden fruits of the angels. ”
Apollinaire, L’hérésiarque et cie.

and engage the efforts
inside the edenic spirale of Pistoletto
as Laban could say and write and experiment ?!

and “water of life” en français eau de vie. Alcools (Guillaume A. again).

 

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