O toi

Ne tarde plus

Y'a des rêves qui n'attendent pas


perhaps, a music, a sort of absence

when the orchestra stops, when the music room is empty

like a scar revealed in an instant

through the white silence of the folded back sheets


behind his eyelids ,

 the shadow of a smile

the   shadow of a love hope

the blue moon  stares across the atlantic


and the dream comes true

the fantasy vanishes

reality turns into smiles....


Passwords are abolished and all

of a sudden , faces turn into temples

at the time when each word looks for

itself on the lips of the one whose arms

are the cardinal points  marking the rythm

of universal blood








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Dreams They always comes true.
He shall come if you really want-it

Écrit par : Christian | 07/03/2006

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