And so what ? And why does silence must be the rule ? And why not screaming or whispering the words and the draws of the night and the light ? And why do we have to spend our short live hiding our flowering blood ?
And why should I stay on the boat even if the boat lays down on the shore of the desesperate doomsday ?
I was there. But I could not stand. I had to run away.
These words, on the screen of an amazing glance, are something like another path, another way, another road.
The poet is voice of the old gods.
Just listen. If you do not hear something, go on your empty way. I can not do anything for you.
And so much to do.
Great!
RépondreSupprimerReady to read, to prick one's ear, to follow the ways...
Just need a dictionnary!
It's not just like "Walk the Line". The way is where the walker's feet are.
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RépondreSupprimerUne chanson dont il faudrait composer la musique. Quelque chose entre le vent du soir dans le feuillage et l'écho lointain d'une cornemuse. Puis le rythme lent des hauts tambours et enfin une voix de femme entre la force et la joie.
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