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~ š Brocéliande Enchanted Forest ... ... > ™

A mischievous breeze plays in my hair, caress
Sweet scented undergrowth. At this moment
suspended and blessed
My senses flutter in a bubble silk. I listen to the silence

talkative of the forest, muttering
Cradle of a magical chant
Who misleads my steps among large hardwood
whose roots intertwine without restraint. My fingers


linger briefly on the bark of a thin silver beech
Palpant this song fleeting and poignant
Who fills me with unspeakable welfare.

I open my heart on the gates of the underworld, crossing
Breaking my chains and padlocks
Who hinder my mind and my perception.
Light, I'm far from the foliage.

Light, head in the clouds fluffy,
Hence out of timid ray of sun,
Who come sweep my dreamy little face.
Dreamer ... my heart, my soul awake in the middle ...

Off winds echo crystalline water, which quenches
This water rivers and streams,
This water gushing fountains here and there,
This water without which life would be empty ...

Brocéliande Belle Enchanted Forest,
it is good and sweet and engaging
A delicacy in all your branches!
A nice moment of pure magic ...

Hélégia (30/08/07)