AnitaAnitaIt's a beautiful name,It sounds like an angel,A little star powder,And you're going,Where?I do not know,But I know it will be good,Maybe the place,Is visible only to you,Will you show me the way?When you're not there,I think of you,I meet with you in dreams,You that I especially like,You're there for me,You've a great goodness of soul,I'll see you soon,Out of my dreams,And running towards me.
DollDollinanimate body,Taking life,Under the hands of the craftsman,Then chosen by the child,Who gives her a heart,Who would never separate,Then time passes,And from the shelf,Where she proudly throne,She observes,The child grow,Then one day,It will descend of this podiumWhere for a time,She had a shape,She had a heart,She had a goal.
IdiotIdiotThis word does not sound so wrong,But it should be seen,Like a note of hope.There is the idiot dreamer,That he's not afraid,To be seen like an outsider.There is the idiot by reason,He's always right,Even if sometimes he loses his reason.There is the simply idiot,Who does not understand,That he's treated like that.And there is the false idiot,The most dangerous,Because it can turn you idiotic.To finish.To be idiotic,It's not so bad,It's like belonging to a club,Where nobody understands the other,A little like the government.
I thinkI thinkI'm laying under a treeI look at the sky through the leaves,Then the depth of the blue touches me,It penetrates me,I am no longer laying under a tree,I am in my thoughts,Then everything starts to connect,A star makes me think of a piece of film,Then another to another,Then the blue rocks all this,It's like the sea,The stars are a reflection of the sun,Then even deeper,There is the bottom of the sea,The thousand varieties of fish,Of cetaceans,Of crustaceans,Of Coral,Of every living thing.Then the journey continues in my thoughts,Millions of combinations,All options,Just consider,Any provisionEverything is optimistic,All this is just for me,A little for you,My thoughts sail,My pen sail,Crossing universe,Create the most elusive dreams,Have the idea crackling,As the activity light of a hard disk,His head is traveling,Mine too,No need to move to it,I have only to dive,In my thinking.
The saintIs it a myth?Or is it someone?Someone who loves,Someone who cares,Someone who feels,Feeling his life,Knowing right from wrong,Doing every bit,To help others,To help himself,He radiates happiness,Kindness,Love,He transmit,Everything he is,Everything he has.
NinaNinaA well-chosen nickname,For who shapes her life,A line after another,Drawings from homes,Drawings friends,Drawings for all,Let yourself be guidedBy your forearms,It will show you the way,To go through,The labyrinth of life,The sky will change,As you will,But you will make it,You will find it,The portkey,Who will bring you far,From these daily hassles.
EasterEasterIt's time,The bells ring,A little joy,Who rings in you,The family,The eggs,The rabbit,All that is futile,The important is to know,That we're supported,That we're having a good time,That we feel good.
The forest of the soulThe forest of the soulA lost soul,Really?Maybe not,For her it's only a step,Out of the foam,Green and mellow,It's nice,But why?The forest,The step,Or not?A little hesitant,Then breathing,Impregnating,Oak Scents,Millennium?It's rare,Century,This is already a miracle.It's no longer a life,It's a reprieve,Just enough to understand,You've to take everything,Give back nothing,Or rather everything!I wander endlesslyIn this forest,Without oak or pine,But with Merlin,Magic powder,Many nothing,A bit of Tintin,But not much at the end.Just me,Just her,Just me.But without her,I am nothing,But with her,I am one,At least,I wish,If I can still,Find my way,In this forest,Where everything is,But where anything goes,But I,I am still here,Sitting,Near the trunk,Contemplating the mist,Contemplating the bubbles,Of my confused ideas,Who are all this,Who form a tree,And all those things.I am lost in this forest,Which I visit,In a inspired soul,That