This cursed inspiration
that haunts me
playing with my emotions.
There ,she stands ,
ready to pounce ,
wild beast never satieted.
Divinity that demands sacrifice
on a pyre of delicious torments.
She has so many faces
that merge into one ...
I feel her, inner female
and animal nature
screaming from the clan
of thousand voices
and a host of masks ...
Capricious and often unfaithful
she demands that I be here ,
always ready to fulfill her desire !
Sometime ,so tender ,
making me believe she loves me ...
I know this to be true
but I can\'t trust her ...
Sh\'es violence of creation ,
constantly inventing new seasons,
imposing me the tyranny
of her unreason ...
The next moment of craziness ,
blowing all the breaths of dementia !
I become a depression navigator
lost in the doldrums ...
ans then drifting on a ocean
of boredom ...
Mayday ! mayday !
Shipwreck on a blank page !
But she doesn\'t offer me a compassion ...
The inspired sailboat
returns to the trade winds ...
Finally subdued ,she rears up
offering herself like a tamed wave
and so beautiful once soothed !
That\'s how our story is written ...