I am the one leaving you.
I want to shout : \'\' Stay ! \'\'
I run away with three crazy rhymes
in my patched--up backpack .
And saying to you :
\"Lets go to the islands ! \'\'
I have a lyricless song for anyone
that I scribbled on a dented bar table
under the stars !
This anyone has your face
and my reveries as a solitary walker...
There ,I will meet the double
of this mad poet
who will talk to me from a somewhere
where you are ...
Giving me your adress
in an imaginary galaxy ...
He will have my mockingbird look
and this way of not believing in it
while still hoping ...
\'\' Please don\'t leave so quickly !
Advance with a quiet step
in the echo of the beyond
And you\'ll perceive the call of my ink ! \'\'
Where I feel your presence and anticipation.
Shadows that shackles me
with its salt of violent inner rain ...
Theatrical scene where we exchange lines...
Aren\'t we also that captivated audience
applauding ?
Both complicit liars ,
holding tenderly in thoughts
between ephemeral and invisible ...
The most beautiful oaths of love
are the unfinished ones ...
Leaving a flavor of derisory
and sublime wandering ...
Pain of this perfect work
running away as soon as
we think we have grasped it ...
In each of your departure
I find my ideal .
Yet you are always by my side .
Filling the cup of my mind
with some peculiar enlightenment .
I paint you,colors, that aim
to be absolute in the impermanence.
That makes the brotherhood of Buddhas laugh !
You are that unfaithful mistress .
I am your lover in the wind .
My cosmic inspiration...