My cosmic inspiration

I am the one leaving you.

I want to shout :  '' Stay ! ''

I run away with three crazy rhymes

in my patched--up backpack .

And  saying to you :

"Lets go to the islands ! ''

I have a lyricless song  for anyone

that I scribbled on a dented bar table

under the stars !

This anyone has your face 

and my reveries as a solitary walker...

There ,I will meet the double 

of this mad poet 

who will talk to me from a somewhere 

 where you are ...

Giving me your adress 

in an imaginary galaxy ...

 He will have my mockingbird look

and this way of not believing in it

while still hoping ...

 '' Please don't leave so quickly ! 

Advance with a quiet step 

in the echo of the beyond 

And you'll perceive the call  of my ink  ! ''

Where I feel  your presence and anticipation.

 Shadows that shackles me 

with its salt of violent inner rain ...

Theatrical scene where we exchange lines...

Aren't we also that captivated audience 

applauding ?

 Both complicit liars ,

holding tenderly in thoughts

between ephemeral and invisible ...

The most beautiful oaths of love

are the unfinished ones ...

Leaving a flavor of derisory

and sublime wandering ...

Pain of this perfect work 

running away as soon as 

we think we have grasped it ...

In each of your departure 

I find my ideal .

 Yet you are always by my side .

Filling the cup of  my mind 

with some peculiar enlightenment .

I paint you,colors, that aim 

to be absolute in the impermanence.

That makes the brotherhood of Buddhas laugh !

You are that unfaithful mistress .

I am your lover in the wind .

  My cosmic inspiration...