mercredi 18 mars 2009

Passers-by through borrowed words


Hey, passers-by through borrowed words
Pick up your names and go
Remove your watches from our time and go
Take the amount you want of the memory's sand
And our sea's blue...
Take all the photos you like, so that you know
That you'll never know
How rocks build the sky's roof in our land

Hey, passers-by through borrowed words
You've got the sword and we've got our blood
You've got steel and fire and we've got our pain
You've got a brand new tank and we've got stones
You've got a gas bomb and we've got the rain
So take your share of our blood and go
Enter a dancing party and go
We'll keep looking after our tombs' roses
We'll keep living despite your plan

lundi 2 mars 2009

A Kama Sutra Lesson



With two crystal glasses on your table
Wait for her
With three perfume drops on your chest
Wait for her
With the red purple fading sun kissing the horizon
Wait for her
With the patience of a horse used to mountains' slopes
Wait for her
With seven pillows stuffed with light clouds
Wait for her
With the flame that lights your candles
Wait for her
With your male smell filling up the room
Wait for her

Don't hurry
So if she is late
Wait for her
And if she is early
Wait for her
And if she is on time
Wait for her
And don't frighten the birds on her braids
And wait for her

As she sits at ease
Wait for her
As she breathes your room's air
Wait for her
As her dress rides up her legs
Wait for her

Take her out onto the balcony
To show her a moon flooded in milk
And wait for her
Don't look at the dove twins
Sleeping on her chest
And wait for her
Caress her hand slowly
As if you were removing some mist
And wait for her
Talk to her
Like a flute talks to a scared violin's string
And wait for her
Shine her night hour after hour
And wait for her

Until the night tells you
The two of you are the only left
Then take her smoothly
To your desired death
And Wait for her...