Ce n’est pas ton nom qui flotte dans les airs,
ni tes mains tremblantes comme un rayon éclair,
ni l’arbre qui pend au-dessus de ton visage,
ce n’est pas le soleil, ni les ombrages
Ce n’est pas les idiotes, ce n’est pas les génies,
ni la chair sanglantes ou les os qui brillent
ce n’est que quand tu realise
tu es tel que tu es, et tu te comprise
This morning, I am looking through this window
of the second floor of this lovely little house
and inside I see this person dancing
and breathing a joyed word to the Sun.
Rather than walk alone, Life took Death in hand
Took Death to its side and said,
Friend, let us breach the divide
And Be one self,
Be one great thing in the vastness of all things
she doesn’t exist but as
a small dream sinking through me
that the night is quiet endlessness;
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