The rags of despair
that have human form
no longer invent lives
fossilized for moons .
Thoughts .
I\'m citizen of comings and going
that look like a comic street .
Inbound and outbound ...
I\'m the central station sentinel
who watches over the air currents.
Above me I have a roof
open to all winds .
I share my feeder with rats and pigeons.
Is my soul so dirty ?
It\'s raining on your memory .
Forgotten old comedy ...
A story of Marylin and a millionaire
or just a bunch of misfits
of which you was not a member .
Dressed like a lord ,
you were called \'\' Patron ! \'\'
The present is a shoe with a hole in it...
Thoughts .
I look for a face in the rush !
Your\'s or someone else ?
Maybe the eyes of a good god...
Prisoner of my freedom
all is confused .
Noon plays midnight ...
I am dead but am I steel sleeping ?
I\'d like to shave off that guerilla beard .
I will present my résumé to the eternal
who will offer me a cigarillo
and sent me straight to master Lucifer !
Tomorrow ,I\'ll promise ,before living
I\'ll knock on the door and the child
will open it for me !