I finally took a flight to New York .
There were too many lost corps
in the subway ...
I wanted to get nowhere
so I wouldn\'t have to face
my rebellious shade ...
I\'ll go to treat a trendy café at time out market
and consolate this girl who ended up
in the Hudson at minus 30 late at night...
There are no more angels on the rooftops of Berlin
and Paris no longer believes in the lights...
Ellis island fall asleep .
No hope left by a bird of passage .
Am I just a refugee from the prisons of the soul
who chose to be free in the land of slaves ?
Before the final crash I will meet the fatal hostess
at the Titanic\'s bar .
Only for a geography of her last undies...
Is she wearing Chanel or guerlain
to hide a mortal odor ?
I am the poet of lethal ergonomics
I don\'t need a salvation ,
out of rich of life ...
I spend my time flying in love
with ethereal beauties
that inspire me a desire for harmony...
I booked a drama to New york
in comfort class illusions
towards a shantytown populated by ghosts.
Bully spirits don\'t speak .
They haunts schizoid schedules
like intrusive actors...
Claus Kinsky has perverted Barbie .
Mister Bean has beheaded Teddy...
Don\'t worry its veniality !
All this just stolen childhood...
\'\' Guys and gails we\'ll be landing at chat GPT airport !
We do not expect to see you again on our lies !
- So we invite you to die in silence so as not to disturb
the deafness of the world ! \'\'
Upon my arrival an old native shaman
welcomed me !
It was long before the New Amsterdam ...
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