La fontaine, l’oeil de Dieu,
Un canal où se cachent des photons humides.
J’aime cette fontaine,
Un OVNI avec des bras liquides
Qui vole en éclats
Et , miraculeusement, il renaît
Près de nous, des êtres cosmiques
Jetés dans l’herbe !
Je t’attends chaque soir et dis la bonne aventure
En murmure de la fontaine ;
En froufrou des nuages !
J’ai beaucoup de tendresse pour toi !
el reloj de arena
estrangula el desierto entero
piedra en la arena
arena en la piedra
ambas piedra y arena
lo discontinuo y el insomnio
estrangulados
se deshacen las horas
una a una
se deshacen los instantes
uno a uno
My room is full of ghosts
I checked with the administration
And they said it’s safe
(they always say that)
Nobody is here
But they don’t see what I see
They don’t see all my dead friends
Playing whist at the table near the window
And never winning
Nor do they see dad painstakingly tuning the radio to find
That sad political debate every night
Or the old lady (her name keeps eluding me)
Knitting quietly near the grey tv set
And definitely they don’t see her
Smiling so strange
The look in your eyes
Colder than ice
Is keeping me trapped
Into a non-dimensional
Space
On my face
Mountains of green
Rivers within
Empty skies
My blind eyes
Hold the look in your eyes
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