pour les anglophones, un avis ?
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40 years: report of one man
the roots of your karma roll
around what you're free to do
by not doing it and remaining silent
at the dimly lit work desk
weakly you note the death of birds
and decomposition of friendships that persist
of which it will remain only sand
your part of freedom you left faded
on the counters of pharmacies belated
between cotton sky and velvet paw
you refuse to take part in the banquet
and this refusal bears the mask of abandon
products that damage you and make you weaker
make a clever old man of your tired body
but the orange lamps never leave you
the cool, moonlit night in the distance of the park
fear completely drunk in past ravines
you know that the dice are thrown, and never
will let your nonexistent wings
touch the breath from another continent
the scale flourishes in eastern spiral modes
which plays the sitar in the afternoon
bleak worlds recalling the front of the word
then yes this worked table for your trouble
is the only companion of your head wobbling
halos perseverance to you will be happier
than the sneaky smile of water girls
lost in a memory you do not understand
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40 years: report of one man
the roots of your karma roll
around what you're free to do
by not doing it and remaining silent
at the dimly lit work desk
weakly you note the death of birds
and decomposition of friendships that persist
of which it will remain only sand
your part of freedom you left faded
on the counters of pharmacies belated
between cotton sky and velvet paw
you refuse to take part in the banquet
and this refusal bears the mask of abandon
products that damage you and make you weaker
make a clever old man of your tired body
but the orange lamps never leave you
the cool, moonlit night in the distance of the park
fear completely drunk in past ravines
you know that the dice are thrown, and never
will let your nonexistent wings
touch the breath from another continent
the scale flourishes in eastern spiral modes
which plays the sitar in the afternoon
bleak worlds recalling the front of the word
then yes this worked table for your trouble
is the only companion of your head wobbling
halos perseverance to you will be happier
than the sneaky smile of water girls
lost in a memory you do not understand
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