This girl who sings is like a disembodied love
without face and smell .
I want to touch her emptiness .
Her voice is soft and smoothing .
Perhaps like that of a mom ?
I don\'t know what a mother\'s voice sounds like.
Vox humana or princess of all wars ?
I have neither the lyrics nor the accompaniment...
A melody before the first kiss can\'t be improvised
and nourishes you with a smile ...
I learned to smile because it is part of good manners
and useful for hidding a grimace !
It\'s not like laughter ,which provides protection
within the all of an empty fortress ...
I have read extensively throughout my life .
Including philosophers like Oskar Spengler
and Tintin reporter !
But sometimes ,there are stories
that I find hard to understand ...
Something sheep-like in the desert
or roses millions of light years away ...
And then a heart with eyes is medical nonsens !
Fortunately ,I am an intelligence
stamped aspargus !
why make grown-ups who enjoy childish games
believe such silliness ?
I\'ve always wanted to punch that pretentious
little \'\' Petit prince \'\' in the face !
I was alone on that gentle café ,
listening to the voice of this girl
whose name I don\'t want to know
( Is she a mother ? )
Lulled by a few piano notes ...
It was so beautiful .
but it didn\'t remind me of anything...
And then the gunman arrived
and shot the pianist
with a globalist middle-class smile...
The enemy will come to steal lyrics and music
from my empty fortress .
But I know how to resist aviators
who think they are writers ...