Pink, soft, tender, sweet,
Grace, clean, supple, weak,
Tears, fragile, realist, passive, small,
Poor level, level,
Listening, feeling, sensitive,
Intuition, pearles, milk,
Justice, nurse, mother, below and
Mind clear, stupid stupid

Favour, smooth, wash, left,
Child, and pressing bitch
Caress slow, easly level
Home, house, lisptick lipstick

Dream, sexy, awkward, bungle,
Foolish, sewing, knitting, pretty,
Broom, mindless, kitchen, child,
Empty light, lower lower

Slim, clean, nail, plait,
Ass, mouth, breast, bottom

Here is this time of loneliness
In a corner bar
And some side glance
With the unknown,
Every day,
Every day in this corner bar
But every day is a new dawn
And suddendly,
A sweet doubt,
One time for the sweet doubt

No sounds,
No background noise,
Just silence
And
the shadow of the plants
No presence,
No background noise,
No one,
Nobody,

Every day in this corner bar
Every day,
At the same time
The reflection of the sun,
On the tiled floor,
Across the shutter
And then,
The time for the sweet doubt,
No form, no color,
And without subject,
A cloudy spell in my mind

No sounds,
No background noise,
Just silence
And
the shadow of the plants
No presence,
No background noise,
No one,
Nobody

Je n’ai de rôle que par absence

dans la coulée de la mémoire

Que m’y déplaise en apparence,

d’entre les formes la plus choisie
Sans que m’advienne que je devienne
La couturière de mon silence

J’aurais vécu
D’avoir été
Par temps pareil

Boucles d’oreilles
Et cheveux blonds


Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du ciel
Que je regarde à demeurer
Si près de toi,
Si près de moi
Si près passé

S’en passa quoi
De quoi jouer
A double jeu
Du jeu d’aimer
A noir ou blanc ?
Dans quelle main ?
Ce sera qui ?
Pour finir quoi ?
Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagner
A te laisser seule sans savoir
Qui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ?
Sans rester seule
Avec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre

au jeu d’aimer

Dans le miroir
Un peu de sel sous les paupières

Il me sera sans conséquences
Qu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire

Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir

de lui s’efface
L’autre écriture
Sans l’autre signe
Que de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule

Ici l’amour est sans durée
Dans le hasard que j’organise
Ne m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autre
Dans le mélange de mes journées
Si d’aventure j’ouvre la porte
Sur l’autre absence de mon partage

I’m gonna be
A fixed point in the daylight
A fuzzy tree in a big and green area
A misunderstanding in the eyes of the curious
A white street in the brightness
A vehement garden, a squall and silence
A blank page about the meaning

An opened sky to the speechless desires
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

To smile to whom i want
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boats
And the light in the morning
And the humidity of the meeting
And a vague feeling about
The reason of a so long journey
To smile to whom i want




























I’m gonna be
Older






Finally

How could I find the hollow through the water?
How to find the path?
Walking on through the buried flower
And the grass ?
We can’t see the ground.

How to see, to cross the stream ?
The border disappear
How to see the river in the liquid blur ?
All the features are erased.

Let’s through there some paperboat
To mark out the way
Let’s mark contour in our report
With always opened eyes
We can’t see the ground.

Let’s walk in this desert of drops
To mark out the way
Let us create our own view and test sunglow
All the line are released

Was there a boy, on way, awake ?
Spending time alone, and staying ?
Gathering bunch of grass and spray,
Beholding sounds and touch the breath,
Beyond,
The mask,
Masked boy, white mask, and straight mask
Masked boy, white mask, and straight,
Mask,
Masked boy, white mask, and straight

Was there a girl, on way, awake ?
Spending time alone, and staying ?
Gathering bunch of grass and spray,
Beholding sounds and touch the breath,
Beyond,
The mask,
Masked boy, white mask, and straight mask
Masked boy, white mask, and straight,
Mask,
Masked boy, white mask, and straight

Wandering boy, or girl, or boy and girl
Anyway

No,



not there and not hidden,
Fox
take your responsibilities
I can see you
I do, scatter you
It is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t think
And cover your mouth, but show your eyes
I have to see where your’ looking at
Go on TV the
boredom is there to listen to you
How many
we have lost, won, received share, to take
Show you on the web
How many evictions this year ?

How many flights ?

How many expulsion today ?
How many expulsions this year?