I am a lunatic poet
in moonwalk scribbler mode
with a deplorable lack of gravity
who scandalize the dignified crowd .
In a sea of deceptive tranquility
to make you believe in my passion,
the tide deposits an armful of seaweeds
that will bloom like artificial flowers
on a tombstone ...
Tomorrow is dead on arrival .
Give me back ,this yesterday\'s juvenile elixir !
Am I just a disheveled symphony
sweeping me away on a passtime journey ?
Elegant chevalier -errant ,
Quixote in search of windmill sentiments
to seduce just for one night stands ?
Adventurer in lady\'s fingers affair,
fickle tormentor of reckless hearts .
I will always to be faithful to the rendezvous
of nowhere ...
And you\'ll wait for me ,even if I\'m already present...
There is no such thing as happy love .
And that\'s why we love ...
Have some sympathy for a poor devil !
I would put you in the void of my will ...
On my dance card no more names
of flirtatious girls ...
and I am not longer setting trends ...
but don\'t lapse into my cosmodrama !
I haven\'t forgotten my moonwalk step ...