lundi 18 juin 2012


What you cannot express
(your feelings
and your dreams)
remains clad in silence and secret
for a long time 
that seems everlasting

but one day very easily
everything comes out under the sun
and your pen

(echoes like sighs
and words like celestial music
of newly composed symphonies)

and this suddenly starts a tide of tears
that breaks against the cliffs
of oblivion and fear

and you remember that undoubtedly
once you were a child
and you believed 
the world to be a safe haven

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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