This world of here and there
is only the end of a tomorrow,
or Maybe the beginning
of the last hour ...
The world before,was made
of walls of clouds ,friend to children
in wisecracking costumes ,
swallowing the host of individual salvation
handed to them by Mister president ...
This world of the wind calendar ,
was a carefree garden,protecting us
from the bearded villains ...
\" Happy birthnight captain America ! \'\'
Sang Minnie mouse,
\'\'Champagne for all ! Except the others ! \'\'
World of bloody clowns used to make us laugh !
And those glossy princesses who take us for a ride...
I secretly want the neighbor\'s daughter ...
In this perfect world ,father went to work
every morning , sunday roastbeef ,
mother spent the vacuum on the dust
of her forbidden dreams ,
the cat slept on the sofa ,
and god outside ...
I loved the neighbor\'s daughter,
and so many others with eyes of oblivion,
this world was built on an architecture
of delusion and devaluation !
But I\'ve lost the words to the song ...
Could we have been lied to ?
Allowing us to deflower the garden ?