Slowly my roots have entered into this land It’s here that I have been raised On this land I met you Yesterday we talked about it Do you remember? Today I am looking for a street A face that I know A name that I love God! They are all gone By foot, on wheels, …
Il découvrit l’Honnêteté dans un détour, le matin où il s’est entendu avec ses démons. C’était pourtant une matinée humide et chaude. Le ciel était obscurci, des oiseaux criaient un rythme lugubre. Rien ne le préparait à la rencontrer, elle, si lumineuse dans sa robe bleu. Un grand flamboyant rouge étendit son feuillage et dessous, …
I’ve been thinking about you About the toys that you received from us I see your excited eyes in my mind Your endless smile Why didn’t I ask you for your age? Are you right or left-handed? Are you still telling your story? Or Have you by now understood the horror you will face?