you know that it's a fool/who plays it cool/by making his world a little colder
Sunday, April 09, 2006
joseph roux
We call that person who has lost his father and orphan, and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Quand l'ombre sur l'appui de ma fenetre/Devient le soliel dansant par le fenetre/Et j'ai aussi danse dans cette rue/Et j'ai epraive la brosse leger de la pluie/Mon couer est blanc, il promene seul/Par un plage vif et cool/Avec les vagues deferler sur les roches/Et ma chucotent, "Les temps est allee."/Mes reflexions ruee sur la sable d'ombre/Dans les dessins comme les ailes de la colombe
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