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Mon lys / My lilyJe t’ai vu une nuit en Octobre. I saw you one night in October.
Je t’ai vu dans la foule I saw you in the crowd
comme un bourgeon de lys like a lily bud
entre d'innombrables brins d'herbe. in the middle of countless blades of grass.
Mais l'Hiver est venu trop vite. But Winter came too soon.
Tu as caché sous la neige You hid under the snow
et tout ce que j'ai encore and all that's left to me
est seulement une anonyme mer d'herbe. it's just a sea of grass.
As a waveAs a wave you always come back
And I can't help but sit on the shore.
Small, at start.
A fresh touch
Over my tired feet.
Again and again you're coming back,
Every time from further afar
And with bigger strength.
As the violence increase
I know I should run,
But your touch is so sweet
I'm not afraid to die.
You leave and then come back
To pull me down harder and harder.
Soon you'll carry me
Where the sun doesn't shine
Where the water's most deep,
I will stay forever.
While you come and go from the shore.
In my secret gardenThere is a place,
in the back of our hearts,
where all our dreams
bloom like roses in May.
In that secret garden
of hopes and reveries
I will forever remember you
and forever say
"I love you".
Fading awayYou're fading, fading away
as the sun under the sea.
As the stars behind a cloud.
As the waves on the sea shore.
As the rain in the ocean.
As the dream after the night.
As the child in a man's soul.
As the words of a goodbye.
As the touch of a past love.
As the life on a death bed.
You're fading, fading away
In thousands, different ways.
The hedgehogs dramaI saw you alone,
that dark dark night,
in the middle of the field
surrounded by wild grass
and dying trees.
I walked towards you
when you looked at me,
and got closer
when you called me.
I reached for you in the night,
but my touch made you crawl
and, when I felt the pain,
I couldn't help but crawl myself.
Here we are now.
Two dying hedgehogs
laying on a field.
Crucified by our own needles,
for simply trying
to find some tenderness.
If I'll leave youIf I'll leave you,
I'll leave behind the scent of mine
and the mark of my fingertips
on your skin.
When I'll leave you,
I'll bring with me your hasty words
and your fierce look.
Then I'll leave you,
and you'll leave a hole in my heart
and a scar on my soul.
And when I'll forget you,
I'll have forgotten myself.
I once had a dreamI once had a dream
of you and me on the shore.
You were holding my hand tight.
I did not wish for more.
The wind was singing its songs
and the waves caressed my feet.
You started stroking my hair,
then turned around and gave me a kiss.
The closer we got,
the sweeter the air became,
but when our lips touched
I woke up, alone, in my bed.
Good nightCome to me all-desired night,
bring me dreams of bliss and joy,
cradle me in your embrace
and make the wake faint in sleep.
Come to me all-desired night
and silence all the voices.
Paint with darkness all the lights
and relieve the brain from thoughts.
Come to me all-desired night,
let me see the one I love,
hear the voice I cannot hear,
feel the touch I so longed for.
The windAt start it was a sweet breath,
a simple, gentle blow.
The breath then became a wind
that lightly caressed my cheeks.
Only then the tempest came
and dragged along my heart too.
Fu dapprima un alito dolce,
un semplice soffio gentile.
Il soffio si tramutò in vento
che lieve mi accarezzò il viso.
Tempesta arrivò solo dopo
e trascinò con sé il mio cuore.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Vanishing starI saw a star in the blackest night
And I reached for it, jumping high.
As jumps were not enough, I had to take flight
And venture in the dark, following the light.
Travelling in the dark was scary,
But the truth is that I never got weary.
Against all odds I fought with great bravery,
To reach for that star that was my fairy.
But when I thought that I could catch her,
Suddenly her light started to blur.
And as my hand reached for the last vanishing spark
There I was, left alone in the dark.
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