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DescriptionHow heavy this month is the burden to bear To leave with regret the clamors of the feast And, while the old one finally retreats To offer the world the hope of this new-born year.
We sometimes keep for a long time, in secret nooks and crannies The wilted needles of a coloured fir The smell of the resin, and then… everything disappears As if to let Janvier at the end win.
The Sunday of the Kings still holds the time, Gathering the heat around the golden slices From a blonde galette with a hidden bean Choosing in turn King and Queen of an Instant…
Outside nothing has moved, the season is in full swing Today rain and wind, and snow may be tomorrow Only the camellias stand in the frozen garden Opening their pink buttons in cheerful notes…
It’s a transit time, between night and light Beings and things wait in silence, Meditation time over the past year Carrying deep into it today’s seed ...
DescriptionHow heavy this month is the burden to bear To leave with regret the clamors of the feast And, while the old one finally retreats To offer the world the hope of this new-born year.
We sometimes keep for a long time, in secret nooks and crannies The wilted needles of a coloured fir The smell of the resin, and then… everything disappears As if to let Janvier at the end win.
The Sunday of the Kings still holds the time, Gathering the heat around the golden slices From a blonde galette with a hidden bean Choosing in turn King and Queen of an Instant…
Outside nothing has moved, the season is in full swing Today rain and wind, and snow may be tomorrow Only the camellias stand in the frozen garden Opening their pink buttons in cheerful notes…
It’s a transit time, between night and light Beings and things wait in silence, Meditation time over the past year Carrying deep into it today’s seed ...
