And suddenly I think of the sunset
A ball of fire in the harbor of Jacmel
Baguette Bay on the horizon
The sea well dressed in its silver dress
Not far from La Vallée
The Peeled Mountain
Bitter oranges
Pretty mirabelle plums make the beauty
Lavanneau mandarins
Always true to their reputation
Meaty
Juicy
Tasty
Beautiful fleshy creatures
With voluptuous shapes
Potential assassins for hire
Everywhere around
The rooster crows
The Great Disillusioning River
On the road to Lavoute
The Left River is unleashed
La Gosseline looks bad
From Lafond to the buried Place Geffrard
Up to the neck of the avenue of freedom
Back to the beach
The piskèt ball on the shores
Attracts the wise
And the savages
It’s the micro-fish party
The Invincibles set the tone
The Young People push the song
Far from the soft-furred cat
The mice are dancing
Not far from Congo Plage
More words for Yakimo
In the distance the sinking of a drunken boat
It’s written in this delicious book
Pampered
Annotated
Corné
On almost every page
Enjoyed without moderation
So much the story of this sublime
Wandering woman at the water’s edge
In the City of Alcibiade Pommayrac
Looks amazing
Delusional
Captivating
Breathtaking
Relaxing
A sunset
Like no other
A thousand miles from Côte Plage
In Arcachon Bay
At the top of the pine forest
Weightless
The mind fixed on the majestic Pilat
Jacmel in all my dreams
Night and day
Elongate
Standing
In the dune
My feet buried
To the depths of the warm sand
The wind blows hot and cold
Cold weather
The soul in vogue on the canoes at the mouth
What a tear
Cape of good hope
At the Jacmelienne
Arnousse Beaulière
