le jour, la nuit, le son distant des moissoneuses en debut d ete. Friday, Jul 22 2011 

(Ecrit fin juin sur mon cahier!.)
Ils recoltes si tot,
que vont-ils faire
des champs nus,
jusqu a l automne?

Les hatifs avides de future,
ont transforme le climat,
jusqu a ce que les saisons,
manque de temps.

The cranes are back, the agricultural dinosaurs too ! Saturday, Feb 19 2011 

In the early morning, but still at night , I got waked up by some loud oversized tractor¬† flashing his lights into my room. Attached to this obvious ecological mess some might call a wonder of end of thoughtful logic technology, was a tool who was obviously meant to dig a half field in one go. I decided this was not an alien spaceship¬† but weekend, the favourite farmer workdays to show off their new toys to those who made the mistake to expect recreative silence in the countryside . Drifting back into Morpheus arms, I rant something into my pillow like speculator laquais,¬† and …zzz!.

In the afternoon, the first cranes passed through the sky, definitely spring is coming now.