Cramped in the life
I am
every drunk deaths
Knocks and repercussions
denials reports
of horrible nightmares
I too much suffered from deaths
during my road
Happy vision
outside the torments of apneas
and euthanasiae
in the peace of the spirit
streams of poetry
make a necklace for the neck
of my bruised being
Here are my lifeblood
flowing in full brooks
in my ageing body
heap of flesh and bone
Majestic phœnix
returning of his ashes
I return to myself
finally, say to me I loves you
The tree of life greets
of his charming palms
my blazing birds
free of ill-feelings
and free of any troubles |