Le dipsomane

When an old strange tree has lost all its leaves
The wind of shame acclaims its life which leaves.
A girl slides to the horror show of distress.
She wants to sleep on him to feel the world in less.
She's like a frail flower shattered in the disgrace
Who will never find again, the sunny grace.
Her hands unknown how to do slowly caressing
On the strong skin of her host. She's guessing
All its dark problems without any answers
'Cause she has lived them also as all flowers.
If they can't see the light in the sky
It's falling a cold rain and birds don't fly.
So she's blending her greatest failing
With her fellow to stop their bleeding.
Together they can begin their sweet pact
To the future where love is in the act.

When an old strange tree has lost all its leaves
The wind of shame acclaims its life which leaves.
A girl sits in a horror show and of distress
She want to sleep on him to feel the world in less.
She's like a frail flower shattered in the disgrace
Who will never find again the sunny grace.
Her hand unfearly slowly caressing
The strong skin of her host. She's guessing
All its dark problems without any answers
'cause she has lived them also as all flowers.
If we can't see the light in the sky
It fall a cold rain and birds can't fly.
So she's blending her greatest feeling
With her fellow for stop their bleeding.
Together they can detect the definition
Of their futur where love is in action.

REDEMPTION.

Fin de A.R

Dyonisos qui couché

Caresse la vigne.

Rivière sibylline

Abreuve l'évêché!

Son savoir ancestral

Traverse les âges,

Comme heureux présages

De ce grand vin austral.

Ils partagent et rient sourds,

Les ventres qui bien lourds

Baignent de libations,

Se raprochent dans les champs

A ceuillir dans des chants

Les grappes d'Oraison.

Bordelaise floraison.

Moi! L'esprit juvénile,

Taraude la limite

D'abimes, au vil

Létale et noir granite.

Danse, danse Chinouck

S'exclament les Anges.

Israfel bat le souk

De sa lyre à franges.

Mon âme flanche quand

Réchauffe toute haine

D'un balai de Cancan.

Nourricier d'Atrium,

Je m'absouts de ta chaine

Et t'expulse au Caecum.

Conscience d'Homme