I was this thought in motion
eager for brutal sensations
flight of the eagle on the summits.
In revolt against gods and men ,
Living in this dimension
of the ever-changing wind ...
Insolent young courtesan
in the kingdom of elephants ,
seducer of haughty princesses
and naive virgins ...
I wasn\'t talking to the birds
I did not question the clouds,
my rapier as faithful mistress...
Proud of his well-born destiny ,
sometime throwing an obolus
to the manant distraying me ...
But my friends were only libations
and illusions in houses of solitude ...
The sword rusted in the scabbard ,
I laid down the warrior\'s tunic ,
making myself ,philosopher and explorer...
Drawing from the source of books
in dialogue with Nietszche and the Buddha
taking a walk with Brahma and Jesus
and reading the holy book dictated by the angel
I was no longer given over to the mermaid song ...
I\'m the appeased Prometheus,
freed from the chains that shackle his soul .
Here, I am a gardener cultivating the temple orchard
I talk to the clouds
and understand to the birdsong .
Smiling at this young man
who finally recognizes himself in this mirror .
But it\'s getting late and a bit cold ...
I\'m off to eternity for evening prayer .