Why fear death
when life will return
in the wisdom of trees
and the foam of the waves ?
Why curse the winter
when flowers will bloom again
on the carnal house
and oblivion will be made ?
Warrior you find rest in Valallah
or to Allah\'s paradise ...
Here below is but a narrow passage
through a valley of laughters and tears.
A short film without palmes and oscars...
Book closed with an unsolved enigma.
Question underlined by a scare of anger
on the close lips of the love .
Pantomins and actor\'s buffoonery ,
parodying in front of an empty auditorium
holding its breath ...
At the banquet table ,
that the lords disdained ,
dream drowned in history\'s meanders
like ice tower dissolving
in the biterness of a last drink .
Its already time to leave
in the abode of the great sleep
or elsewhere in the Buddha\'s dream .
Facing the threshold ,
looking at fear and taming it ...