On n'a jamais raison trop tôt, on a raison. Point... C'est un peu radical et parfois on ne vit jamais assez longtemps pour le savoir. Dans nos urgences, des mots de maux, des clins d'œil et des coups de gueules, des propositions, des idées (parfois), des envies, transition toute faites pour toutes les belles...
2 Janvier 2017
Elle date de mai dernier, restée griffonnée sur un bout de papier, à l'aube d'un nouveau cycle je la livre comme ça... À vous d'y mettre des notes !
The mouth full of ashes
A storm in the Head
No more time to loose
To walk near You
For a long long Time
Far from these political's theater
Morning is already hear
Is this day have a night ?
Nos stars in the sky
No stars in my head
I feel like an old old man
Ostage somewhere in space
Their conscientious sells off
Living in the another woeld
Out there of real life on earth
Spending the futur
Just to get a power of destruction
To the rest of fraternity
He seems like a tree
Which is in a free-growing
With these song's birds
He needs to learn their language
The wings on the wind
Write on the air some words
Have you see today
How the lights cross the trees ?
How the wind smell hate ?
In our countries...
They sell some piece of mind
To get money, just money
Refrain:
It's seems so far, so long, so hard
I feel so tired, so angry, so sad
To walk near you
I need papers, money, shoes, boat
To cross all the borders
Hrad, soft, virtual, psychic.
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