Le Monde de L'Écriture
Encore plus loin dans l'écriture ! => Textes non francophones => Discussion démarrée par: Jon Ho le 30 Octobre 2012 à 11:43:56
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Life is a waiting room
Where each second more
Is a minute less.
I'm desperatly waiting an echo to my monologues
An extatic fragrance
Some Alcohol,
A drug maybe ?
Something else, someone different.
Learn to breathe through the pores of my skin,
so white,
tiny rivers,
Zigzagging on the deltas of my ends,
Insufficiently irrigated.
No name to calligraph on the sand,
No Birthday to wish for,
Just a kiss to send.
An airflow
And I am away
In the middle of the universe,
I'm thinking and I write,
This blend of words
And melancholy.
A moment elapses
Slowly.
The midday sun strikes like a weirdo
In ultraviolet spasms.
An absolute void
a silence that kills
like thousand powerfull Winds of burning particles
The crazy sun in heatwave
Your face is drowning at the bottom of a hole
Your hands are no longer so sweet
This is the end of a cycle, a moment a little fuzzy
Some things are going to happen ...
... But I must go ...
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'like an endless lament'
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Yes.
Like the last day on earth :)
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Maintenant que j'ai décrypté je dois bien laisser un com'. A ce que j'ai compris ça à l'air d'être fort en émotion et j'aime ça.
:D
Marie