Pilgrim on a quest without a compass.
Just a watch that charges for every hours
leading to the dissolution of the self .
Guardian of the blasphemous grass.
Cosmic draft of the senses.
Capricious fate ,with the air of a femme fatale,
I love tasting your alluring venom ,
running away at dawn ,
quietly coming back at night
for my chastisement ...
But ,I know you\'re indulgent
toward the impertinent voyager...
I know you my impermanent avatar,
You, who drag your delirium
through the shipwreck of a blank page ...
I met you during the silence
of the great depression ...
Voiceless children reaching out
toward extinguished stars that spun dizzyingly
in an endless dance of death ...
So ,I became an actor in fantasy trilogies
for cloudwalkers who miss their ombrilic !
shaman of the four seasons ,
old seductive showman ...
What would be god without me ?
I do not ask for mercy for my wanderings !
celestial tramp in search of alchemical hoaxes .
false prophet ,teaching the law to these pisces
born of the tide and now reduced to sand ...
and so,I fled from global pretenses !
Ho Barabbas! I am telling you :
\'\' Don\'t look back to contemplate the path,
because it will remind you of these beloved remorses !
That \'s how you will renounce on craziness
to carry your cross to Golgotha ! \'\'
Pilatus, offer the traveler a little of your water !
May my soul ,cleansed of the dust of history .
I\'m just the hiker ...