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mercredi 9 mai 2018
La vache !
Nous
les vaches
Les
vaches à pis
Les
vaches à lait
Vaches
à procréer
Vaches
à veaux
Vaches
à lait
Vaches
à vau-l’eau
à
vos pieds
à
vos profits
à
vos panses
à
vos dents
Bêtes
de Gevaudan
Ah !
Vaches
Nous revendiquons
Le droit à la paresse
Le droit de n’être RIEN
D’être
des vaches
à rien
D’être juste des vaches
D’Êtres
justes
être
Vaches, abeilles, poules
Baleines, ours,
Femmes, Hommes
êtres
vivants
Juste
être
Rien
Que nous-mêmes
mercredi 2 avril 2014
Tu es
Tu es mon soleil ma pluie
Tu es mon bonheur mes soucis
Tu es ma raison de vivre
Tu es ma raison de fuir
Tu es magnifique source
Tu es terrible pompe
Tu es nid de chaleur
Tu es nid de vipères
Tu [e] . . . la famille
Tu es mon bonheur mes soucis
Tu es ma raison de vivre
Tu es ma raison de fuir
Tu es magnifique source
Tu es terrible pompe
Tu es nid de chaleur
Tu es nid de vipères
Tu [e] . . . la famille
Je suis
Nul ne me voit... mais... tous me regardent
Nul ne m'entend ... mais... tous m'écoutent
Nul ne m'atteint ... mais... tous me touchent
Nul ne me sent ... mais... tous me goûtent
Nul ne me sent... mais... tous m'inspirent
Je suis...
Nul ne m'entend ... mais... tous m'écoutent
Nul ne m'atteint ... mais... tous me touchent
Nul ne me sent ... mais... tous me goûtent
Nul ne me sent... mais... tous m'inspirent
Je suis...
samedi 28 décembre 2013
Illusion
YOU
Will never meet me
But perhaps
One day
Will read this
Short song
On a little blue screen
Where your brightness blue skin
Shines for all young eyes
For ones you're the beauty and youth
For others superficial nice crook
For ones it's for real
For others the ideal life
For the not too old men or ladies
For the young lives full of promises
We all can feel your breath
Across the illusions screen
You'll never see my mess
My shiny eyes of shyness breathe
For this shiny silky skin
We don't believe in prince charming
We don't believe in sleeping princess
But looking for someone like him
Like her, with less
Defaults and warm hands,
A sensitive sensible soul
The weakness behind the wall
Of beauty
The intelligence behind
The strength under the skinny screen
Of illusions
We're too old to wait for this illusion
But too young to stop waiting for it
We want to swim in your ocean
And you to swim in ours
We don't believe in prince charming
We don't believe in sleeping princess
But looking for someone like him
Like her, with less
Defaults and warm hands,
A sensitive sensible soul
The weakness behind the wall
Of beauty
The intelligence behind
The strength under the skinny screen
Of illusions
We're too old to wait for this illusion
But too young to stop waiting for it
We want to swim in your ocean
And you to swim in ours
Young Muse
You're my sun and my youth
You're my fun and my source
I can feel deeply the wave
Of your warm and sweet love
You could never abuse
Of my use, my youth is away
My muse
You're my sweet and my South
My sweat, hands, my source
Every morning a new rose
Grows in our garden
Every evening frightened
Of no more tomorrows
You're my sun and my youth
You're my fun and my source
Every flower grows
Full of tenderness
Sensual promises
Think positive
See my sunny smiles
Even if you kiss others
On all these fateful screens
In your heaven
You make me breathe
You're my sweet and my South
You're my fun and my youth
You're my way and my source
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