I am French without mountains or champagne
Dutch somewhere between Bruges and Gand
sometime Germain by distraction
Spanish by a passing halleberdier ...
Illusions of history and drinking songs story...
I\'m nowhere and yet I\' am ,dreamer ,
I don\'t shine anywhere except maybe on a bike ,
amazing when something is so flat !
Cartoonist,caricaturist , surealist ,
how can I still exist ?
Unsound mind dressed in holy spirit ,
cunning tomcat in lion\'s clothing ,
master of the twisted conpromise
in the maze of an lunatic asylum .
My soul, clinging to the earth ,
furrowed by passionless rivers ,
and that gray in the mind
that calls itself poetry ...
I am just a dune-dweller
lost in moon light gloom ...
If I could redraw the horizon ,
inventing summits to conquer ,
ocean to defy, princess to be tamed,
stars playing in her mermaid hair ,
Knight of an infinite realm ,
when this dulness will become an island...
Child who has grown out of conformism
lie of a fantasy kingdom where the giants
only parade for carnivale...