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Time is an area endangered.
The big words are great remedies.
I probably do not, I will probably never best friend Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, who died in 1799.
The only child that interests me is me.
I am always surprised that it does not grow flowers, trees, forests in the bellies of birds.
A fried egg, put his rod: a daisy.
The flower is in the bag.
Few at the prow.
Poets need not travel far to spare no horse.
The sea is blue like a baguette.
Poetry priority matter.
That is not attached to anything, is what does not weigh, what are the winds and birds that may bend the branches.
A drop of water waves and the world.
accuracy is the intelligence of poets.
Tell me who I am, I'll tell you who you are.
Remember when you were taller than the trees?
The world is born in an attic.
"You do not hear? They all have a decal voice "was telling the crazy train. Since I stopped listening to people like that, watching the decal.
Man marks his territory by small inkjets.
Infinitésibien.
Excerpts from a collection of aphorisms Peuchmaurd Peter A. Use Delphine ' with a frontispiece by Jean Terrossian , surrealist painter - geese Cravan Publisher
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ALSO Pierre Peuchmaurd , from this publisher :
- Last Year at Cazillac / Last Year in Cazillac (Spring 2010) . Bilingual Edition - French / English - Rare and wonderful prose of the author. - 10 euros including shipping
- Perfect damages and other completions (2007) with ten photographs of Nicole English - poet and photographer with humor - 18 euros, postage included
" [...] His poems reflect a strong business and above all a constant invention, not vacuum but in the heat of emotion. [...] Peuchmaurd is an outstanding creator of images and rhythms. Pierre Nepveu, Spiral
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