Peine

Reviens vite, mes larmes se sont asséchées
je ne sais plus qui je suis
on m'a volé mon ombre, et je ne peux exister

de quel droit? de quel ordre?

qui leur a permis de tuer les souvenirs que nous avions,
de nous interdire la mémoire et la commémoration de nos bien-aimés?
oui, la guerre peut bien détruire, dévaster et démolir
mais lui permettre de nous déconstruire, et d'effacer
notre passé tout entier, au nom de quoi?
de la religion? de cet immense monstre qui lâcha dans ce pays une bombe inexplosible
dont le compte a rebours est indéfinissable?

peut-être était-il nécessaire d'expliquer et de parler
mais le silence fut tout ce qu'on m'a donné
pas un oui
pas un non

toi, mon amoureux
l'homme de ma vie ou le symbole de toute envie
tu pris un chemin ce jour-la,
sans penser au retour et sans faire de détours
ce fut a ce moment que j'ai compris que sur le le chemin
tu décides de faire un séjour
loin de moi
loin de tout être qui pourrait t'aimer ou te haïr

je ne fait que pleurer, pensant que cette histoire finira lorsque tu rentreras.

17-11-2010

ignorance?

they say ignorance is bliss
yet they do not know they are ignorant
what happens then to those who ignore
to those who think they know but know nothing actually

they say ignorance is bliss
but you do know
you know
you know that what you are doing is wrong
and yet you continue

they say ignorance is bliss
but apparently you have not been blessed yet
i don't know where the blessing comes from
but i sure do hope you either learn or be blessed

they say ignorance is bliss
yet they have not spoken a word yet
they did not continue their sentence
they did not say that pretending is wrong

they say ignorance is bliss
but who are they to say

I say ignorance is not bliss, because at least if you knew, you would have reacted.

Stay

To my mother...


So here it goes,
You and then me,
Them and the us.

We'll all go one day,
To some place far away,
A place no one knows,

But i want you to see
And look far in front of you:
The sea is waving,
The sky is grey,
The wind is blowing,
And the trees are shaking...
What does it mean?

Don't go,
Don't go we will play,
I will pray everyday,
For the birds to stay.

They are sailing,
They leave the harbor,
But those i know will return,

I just hope you'll come back,
To see me.

Don't go,
Don't go we will play,
I will pray everyday,
For the birds to stay.

I can't stop the future,
From going by, but i am sure,
I can control it,
How will it go?
Will it go straight,
Will it turn, just like you?
Dreaming will help,
Controling my dreams too,

But i can't help,
Thinking of you, of
The birds, the seas...

The sand flies,
And piles up in front
Of my eyes, I shall
Now stop dreaming,
It is time to wake up.

Don't go,
Don't go we will play,
I will pray everyday,
For the birds to stay.