ARTIST MY GARDENER

CLEAN, FIXED AND GIVES SPLENDOR

For the poet, the word, inert as paper, is resurrected grafted onto the leafy branch of a verse: it is nourished by chlorophyll and the phonemes breathe, they obstinately seek rhyme and raise sentiment: they speak, cry, cry out, laugh ... safe, without spelling obstacles, it can, with treachery, "kill" a erasure.

The concept is dreamy, although it has nightmares, because it springs from the bud and, if the frond is flowery, it would lead to dazzling depending on the pruning, which could come one day, in the opinion of the corrector who would do as a gardener.

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