if I start in another language will I be farther if I start surrounded by trees while a dog a black dog comes to salutes me Will it be easier the dog is dancing with anything A ball A child A white dog But not with me I am Sitting Only my feet Are dancing I feel the wind on my cheeks If I write not with my mother tongue Will it be outside the roots Invisible roots under me Under the dancing tree And the sun is hiding. Itself in a dance Dance Dance Avec les nuages Architecture des pensées éloignées The black dog isn't dancing He's jumping, playing Runnnnin While the light is slowly changing And a little fly around me moves as the music flows in my ears The ridiculousness is baiting What is going on Why How Question mark question marks stop Look, The leafs. - Yellow and more yellow on the ground Some green Grass where the dog is sleeping No, a ball Catch Go away Go On the yellow yellow Pomme de pin Where are the roots of things Underneath Neath Neath The typograph on the phone knows more words than me I remember Emile Ajar learning Swahili and then error, it's still the same person speaking Can we go over ourselves Overneath And the birds when we look up A new dog has appeared Again Ridiculous on the bench, trying to overpass the stuff going on in the head, on the mouth near the brain - Sigh, A glow over the building as the sun sets away A big white glow as my eyes stare away The new dog smells the ground, is he looking for roots to eat, invisible like the light or lost the next bench sigh. I should go home