Let\'s share a spoonful of broken sunshine
with a time machine to rediscover
the sweetness of lost lips kisses
and also a bitter touch of solitude
knocking on the windows ...
Le\'ts share a spoonful of moon,
awaiting the eclipse on the dance floor...
My poetry no longer makes you travel
and there\'s no more words in the cupboard
of our empty love ...
Let\'s share a spoonful of memories
before they cool off
in the whirling dervish diary ...
I remember a little beach
with a pulpy taste
on which you ran naked,
offered to the whim of the new wave
and coming back to me ,
burning with the salt of Ibiza or Goa ...
Let\'s share a spoonful of vague melancholy
and a few ramblings ...
Our nights were wild satin,
shades of spectral auras,
bland wedding morning ...
I threw away this sinful shilom
and all those vinyl records
now inaudible to the beardless generation !
This time machine has gone mad ...
Did you know that the pope died a bad lemonade ?
The \'\'café de flore \'\' closed its doors ...
Philosophers are busking in the streets
of the deep state...
Ma chérie ,I forgot the lyrics of the song
and I can no longer find the instructions
for a way of dying ...
The machine broke down during the safari...
What\'s left to share but this spoonful of ashes ?