La solitude fourmille déjà dans nos villes,
dont les rues sont hantées par l’Oubli.
Tout déborde de riens qui se rangent en double file
au nez de mecs parfaitement inaccomplis…
A la barbe des glabres, passe l’ombre blanche d’un espoir
raté, criblé des rayons nocturnes, qu’une fée
mauvaise tisse pour nous et brode de désespoir.
I, the hindsight
have come a long way
(globe-trotting with my Siamese, the second-guesser
who might have gone a bit too far)
we are travel-worn
are there any vacancies?
The janitor
(how peculiar, his name was Janus)
spoke with a forked tongue
“there’s only room for one
but you could double up”
as soon as we plunged
into our truckle bed
with a sinking feeling
we overheard
I stay here in my bubble; i’m watching THE WORLD.
It’s all so sudden, i can’t find the right word...
The people are running and running;
Even the time is running too
With the minuts and the seconds in his bag...
I try watching throught
This storm , but right now i choose to wag...
The wind is passing by,
A bird is screaming,
The sun is kind of shy,
The rain is hiding,
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