I am the scripture
born from a light in the night.
Vague memory of a dream,
line that strays among the stars.
Wandering through the loops of time.
Resurrecting forgotten faces ,
nostalgia for vanished realms
whose glory can not longer be read.
Eternity frozen in the gaze
of the stone scribe ...
I am the fragile word
which settles on the scent
of the moment
and flies away ...
I am the sacred word
engraved in the ledger forever.
My name somewhere in blue letters...
Unknown rebel who leaves
a cry on the walls !
Call in the cold silence
that no one hears ...
we can\'t understand
the message of the shade.
Or just the echo of a lie...
And decipher these thoughts
drawn by a child\'s hand ...
But high walls also fall
and smiles fade away
in the marble of the tombs ...
Angels inspire riddles
on the skin of clouds ,
passes by the crowd
without a glance ...
Is it the demon\'s wisdom ?
the mark of the serpent ?
Artifice of the intelligence ...
Just the abyss for the erratic
who laugh at mystery ...
I am the scripture .
Holy madness and revelry
where the cursed poet drinks...
Dawnless mornings
of the recumbent figures ,
twilight whence no one returns...
Beyond gold and vile ,
I am the scripture .