When Sunset visitors
knock on my door
I would evoke the fleeting nature
of this happiness that I drank
from a cup of bitterness...
Solitude dressed in dawn
and saying :
\'\' I\'m waiting for you ! \'\'
What will be the price
of the last hour privacy ?
Demon ! Breaks the hands
of this clock of remembrance !
Must I live again ,here and now ,
prisoner of the bars of freedom ?
Or head off into the nameless void ?
I \'ll stand upright on the rock ,
purified of all remorse and regret !
I never believed in the table of the law
and that damn\' wooden cross !
There are no happy loves ,
just antipasti taste in a perfect past
and absinthe subscribers
from the who\'s who of rendez vous...
Book\'s herd ! don\'t laugh
at the poor Quasimodo in chains !
Sunset visitors will resume
their journey to the realm of shades
with a promise to meet again ...
I close the child eyes ,
leaving a tender kiss for my story ...
Should I believe in the eternal return ?