A smile fits in a badly combed backpack
off to race the globe .
The inner Buddha pauses to meditate
on the peaceful shore of the lake .
A smile .
smile in this unknown
that illuminates melancholy .
going off the oblivion ...
Leaving behind the scent of a landscape
you couldn\'t hold back ...
Intimate alchemy
from the deepths of time .
A few flower petals courted by a bee...
Mystery .
Lips of resilience
defying the lunar plains
and those who canceal suffering ,
contemplative smile
who do not curse ,
accepting the verdict ,
Silently...
Mouth with a frozen gaze,
madona ,
to whom the master gives birth
for eternity ...
And all those rictus of aborted revolts !
\'\' O lord ,forgive them !
they have lost the smile of happiness ! \'\'
A smile is a few lines
in a book that tells stories
of gandhi or mandela !
And you say to yourself :
\'\' This time everything going to change ! \'\'
But everything goes back
to the way it was before .
Return to the same laughter !
Who will help us find
our way back to beauty
in the ethereal softness
of a watercolor by Marie Laurencin ?
I\'ll go beyond the lake
to run a world of smiles
that are not just only sketches...