XI Faced with your silence and insults the immigrant plunges into the watery graveyard and listens to the voice of the village, which says hug the alley behind you go to the line and where the bark of your roots ends live (Translated by Patrick Williamson) (from “La Saigne” (The Bleeding), Ed Le Manteau & la Lyre. Obsidiane, 2021) XVIII Mama, look up look how your son’s hands dance his fingers have grown write these lines for you at the end of the shiver we contemplate the amber that cov...