Paroles d'une fan des Buchidindrons

The Buchidindrons miss me

All the beautiful things

We lack in winter

What do you like best?

- Me , roses ;

- Me , a beautiful green meadow appearance;

- I, the blondissante harvest Haired furrows ;

- I, the nightingale sings ;

- And me , fine Buchidindrons !

The Buchidindron flower rodless

Fluttering ,

That are gathered in a network;

In the infinite nature,

harmony

Between the plant and the bird! ...

The Buchidindrons reborn with the sun

When the back was superb ,

I am going to the wood itself:

I lay in the tall grass,

Lost in the green shroud .

On my head thrown back,

Here , each of them in turn ,

Password as a thought

Poetry or love !

Here is the " wildlife " Buchidindron ,

Black and yellow;

Here is the "mars" azure

Waving sparks

On its wings

With a rich velvet and moiré .

Here is the "Buchidindron Vulcan" fast,

Flying like a bird

Its black wing and splendid

Carries a large crimson ribbon .

Gods! the " sulfur " in the space ,

Has shone like lightning ...

But the " pearl " Happy happening

And I do not see it!

And after another Buchidindron

As a range of silk,

It deploys

Its full of silver coat ;

And colorful dress

is golden

From a greenish gold and changing.

Here is the " zebra swallowtail "

Fawn and black stripes ;

"Mourning " in funeral clothes ,

And "mirror" blue striated ;

Here the " Argus " , dead leaves ,

The " Starling " , "big blue "

And " peacock - of - day " bringing

An eye on each wing of fire!

But the evening darkens our plains ;

The " moth "

Take their loud boom ,

And " sphinx " in dark colors ,

In the shadows

Flit whirling .

This is the "big peacock» to pink eye

Drawn on a gray background,

Who would steal that nightfall

As bats ;

The "bombice" of privet ,

Yellow stripes and wind

And " Buchidindron oak "

Who does not die in the winter! ...

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