I listen to the symphony of these many languages.
Echo of so many journey through life .
Sometime a garden of Eden ,
often a hellish tower of Babel ...
it\'s always the same words in a different skin
that the shadow itself burns ...
Puzzles that remained insolved ,
meeting the gaze of a familiar stranger
walking their dog and waiting for death...
I hear entwined sounds trying to find love
amid the hustle of the bus stop ,
heading toward a terminus that might
just be oneself ...
I feel tormented by the shrillness of silent
esperantos that believe themselves safe
behind souls trapped by the unfathomable
curse of birth ...
Only a fun way to pass the tragedy on a rainy day...
Dear unloved ones you invited me without
asking my agreement !
I\'ve forgotten the angel\'s gibberish ,
learning to understand without being able to respond !
There are too many etiquette rules that tell you
to meet up at tea time - no sugar please ,
just a bland cloud by Maria Rainer Rilke -
Thank you for the future .
The tremolo of my flute scared away
the mezzo-soprano rats who draw their inspiration
from long melodious farts ...
Mozart\'s artifacts ,out of fortune ...
I am a poor ragpicker who lives in poetry .
Translating multiple languages bickering inside me...