I arrived settling down my baggage
strewn with stardust and lunar tides...
The crowd casting a black sandy glance
at the poor fool begging for a grimace ...
I am , castaway in this fortress
of sleeping sentries ...
Conquerors of these interiors
made in frivolous dolhouse architecture...
I walk along a familiar path .
My footsteps in the mud of lyrics
where the child torn his flesh
in the burning brambles silence...
I hear the voice of the elder ,
deafened by harsh alcohol
and tobacco of misery ,telling me :
\'\' You will not be a man,my son ,
but a sailor of misfortune ! \'\'
I\'m just a dream fisher
casting his net in waves of word
flowing towards the insane...
And only the gust of wind
in my poor head,applauds my genius...
Smile frozen in a stolen life ,
doomned to dead watercolors ...
The elder has long been resting
in the earth of my forgiveness...
My loneliness abandoning me
like an angel with wings burned
by a slaughter romance ...
So I joined the silence of the abyss .
Adventurer between white walls
where mourning masks ,
collide with the clouds of time ...
Always saying to nothingness :
\" We\'ll see you soon ! \'\'
Forgetting to say sorry ...
But only the loony knows
the good manners ...