Words

We really cannot communicate

our lingua franca does not convey

the real meaning of our conversation

you say things that you do not believe

and try to convince me

that I should take them seriously

because you are superbly clad

in complacency 

you speak about a rose

without mentioning its thorns

you talk like a song

but you are out of tune

when you say Love

I understand hatred

when you mention God

I feel like an atheist

your words are like clouds

with an appearence of reality

that ends up abruptly

and even your silence 

has the stench of death

Claude Lopez-Ginisty