L’ouroboros
Quelques éléments en vue, une entrée
Ils se bloquent pour passer, se tassent
Ne reste qu’un aglomérat, une plaque d’athérome
Quand enfin le flux vient à manquer.
Fluide est le jet qui saillt de ses mains,
Rouge est le sang qui trahit les sentiments,
Dans le contrôle, nul n’est blessé,
Il s’agit de vivre et de pardonner.
D’une réalité s’échappe un murmure,
Un toit pour s’abritter.
D’une communauté s’échappe une étreinte,
Solitude malmenée.
Dans la salle de cinéma
Laisser le temps qui entraine
Vider son âme vider sa haine
A chaque instant une repentance
De l’enfant qu’on est qui n’est plus.
De chaque pas que je fais une délivrance
Si je ne sers plus à rien, tout vaut mieux que la vengeance
Si je ne peux pas créer alors de mes mots délivrer
Un souffle de connaissance et de foi.
Si chaque fois que je tombe la tête sous l’eau
Alors qu’à toujours les bras serrés
Je me redresse pour entrevoir l’aube.
Just a small thought
To love someone is to let grow,
To help him speak his words, his mind,
Dismiss oneself so he may glow.
To love someone is to let grow.
To love someone is to let fly,
Away from the nest, spread its wings,
And push him venture in the sky.
To love someone is to let fly.
To love someone is to set free,
And trust the way he’ll live his life,
Regardless of how hard it be.
To love someone is to set free.
To love someone is to let go,
Yes, keep at heart the memories,
Smile for all the time and bow.
To love someone is to let go.
Glow of winter, getting to it
How can words express the sweet warmth
That some people can make you feel !
And how can you describe the flow peacefully,
In your belly,
When they put effort just to make you smile,
Just to make you live, just to make you laugh.
A small cake and a lighter, a cafeteria full of games,
Of memories.
No, I’ll never forget their generosity.
The will of life
Intertwined, and deeps are the roots,
Beneath this heart of wood, a doubt.
They swallow the earth, they uplift the dirt,
A bleeding heart.
A womb that cannot give, that cannot create,
Though it seemed easy, but had to wait,
Way too long, now is too late.
Silence in the forest.
It could have been easy, a simple path
But no, to choose power, and will, and wrath,
Avoiding the tragic, the chaos, the fear,
Growing in tears.
It won’t give up a branch, spoil the sap,
Protect his core from unknowing trap.
It won’t give up a leaf to the ground,
Survival in a bound.