Oserais-je?
J'ai commis ce petit pouème dans la langue du père de Britney...
J'ai pas fait exprès, il a poppé dans ma tete en pleine autoroute 40, full trafic...
Faut dire que je m'inonde les oreilles depuis quelques semaines de la musique de SIA "Some People Have Real Problems"(Magnifique).
Et anyway c'est pas poli de refuser les cadeaux.
Balanced
She’s tied to herself
With unbreakable bonds
Of woven yearnings and dreads
And memories long gone
And sitting on the dock she is still
Like the pillar of a balance
What has happened and what will
Nodding at her sides in defiance
Time travel is easy
Yesterdays left behind plain to see
And tomorrows right in front of her
Like the moist mouth of desire
It is this ever-fleeing moment
This restless dervish of illusion
This mind- blowing present
From a zillion demented humans
It is this impossible here and now
She would so love to explore
And the waves whisper their lore
Whisper they know how
Stop the motion welcome the night
Who knows if the speed of light
Is not in fact perfect stillness
Memories in harness
Nobody's sitting on the dock
Perhaps no one ever was here
And the ripples are bonds unlocked
And forever and a year
Will she swim and then be gone
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