ne nous laissons pas aller à l'attendrissement
c’est le dernier spectacle des fourmis
derrière ce grand sommeil
parmi les collines rouges
ne vous attristez pas tant
de cette bataille déjà perdue
la mort écrite autour d’un seul blessé n’est rien
nos souvenirs sont des lettres sans racines
la vie a toujours ses privilèges
ou ses victimes collatérales
embrasse-moi
and when I wish it to be true
one more time
just this once
the universe listens
and sends down its moons
wrapped up in sonatas
these fingers searching and searching
will they find me?
deep down
where the ropes end
where the light is thin
like a last breath
like a string
stretched beyond death
in a perfect tune
me,
this piece of wood
There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss
Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain
it does not end
as it does not begin
is where Infinity meets Forever
and says: how d'you do
in a continuous white noise
with a touch of
Rigolleto
it tickles your pores until your skin blooms into goosebumps
like cherry trees in a suspended Japanese garden
it pushes your face to the edge so you can touch the void
with your eyelash
it pulls you back just when you're about to jump
and stares silently into your dilated pupils
it feeds on you like a hungry beast
and you laugh the laughter of the King
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