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,
form is a danger
a danger even dogs of my reason are afraid of
pain flows time flows you flow
thru me
but not the form
it sits there
numb and vile
like the concrete electrical pole
doomed in the old orchard
of my grandma
death
is so yellow
and no black
your seconds stretched over me
like the arms of a lover
day and night
I thank you for my gifts
the whispers of his lips
(oh, his lips)
the air built around feathers
in towers and towers of freedom
the blades of grass betraying the wind
the blood gushing in petals of tulips
(oh, his tulips)
the sun rays crushed by skin
like strawberries by tongue
you leave me no choice
no other choice but promise
on the silence of your lambs
that I’ll be yours,
all yours
until May do us part
l’écho nu de la nuit
passe lentement à travers les murs
déchirant les sons de mon oubli
il n’y a là-haut aucun partage entre nous
la douleur pousse parmi les toiles
d’une Tour de Babel malade
comme ton passé et le mois de mars presque bleu ciel
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