To you my friendsI am sad for you,I am sad for me,I am sad for you,I could not see you,In person,Singing,Whistling,Bringing the gaiety,Everywhere you go,I wanted it so much,And now its only a memory,To be able to see you,To touch you,To speak with you during hours,But I am always there,For you,But you are always there,For me,My heart will not cease waiting this moment,Where our glances will cross,Where I could finally be with you,My very dear friends ,Let to me say to you,I love you.
Your faceYour face:Mark your life,Mark your desires,Mark your moods.From which the words come out,Such as a rustle stream,It sails,Carried by the wind,Charming,Softened by the seasons,Who come and go,It can such as the sun,Warm you up at once,Or,As the winter wind,Freeze you to the bones.Your eyes,Who walk through the skies,Express what a thousand words could not describe,Drowned in a flood of tears,Or,Drained by an incredible sight,Who sends the messages,To the brain,Guilty of all this din.
I tell you thatTo you who is drowning in an ocean of tears,To you who is undergoing pain without fighting it,To you who only see the obscure side of life,To you who only see the life from bottom,To you who believe that words are Gospel,To you who do not believe to be able to be happy in this world,I tell you that:I am your lifebuoy, dry your tears.I am alleviating, calm your pain.I am the light, open your eyes.I am from the top, and I invite you to follow me.I am your church, believe in me.I am your happiness, let me enter in your heart.
To KailaKaïla,You are my drug,You are my pearl,I dont dare to open the eyes,I want to still dream,I want to still plane,I want to still have stars shining in the eyes,I want to still see my reflection,I cannot explain.I cannot describe,What I feel,This attraction,Towards a friend,Towards a desire,Towards an image,You are my half,I know it,I feel it,You complete me,I complete you,Two parts,Of the same puzzle,To form the same life line,To form the same love line,To form the same face,Ours.
SabineIts SabineLike ashes,You set my poor heart on fire,Poor of love,Poor of humour,Poor of you.Like an angel,Of your white wings,You come to wrap me,To protect me,Of all the misery of the world,Bloodied,I lied at your feet,Now I embrace you,We heat up.All of a sudden,My heart blazes up,It burns of desire for you,You feel it this heart,Who beats only for you,I am there,You are there,We are tired,Come,Takes my arm,We are here for that,I want to make of you,The queen of lilacs.
My friendsThey come,They go,They are there when its necessary,Even at the other end of the world,Or next door.You recognize them because they are always there,In the resplendent sun,Or in misty darkness.When all these snakes,Are inside you,They come to release you from their choking pressure.Man or woman,They would make everything for you,Like a parent for his child.They give without asking return,Because they know well that when they will be in need,You will return all these so fabulous things to them.
The conflictThe conflict:Its always present.But why?Why is it necessary to arrive to that point?Whether its armed with words or weapons.It does the same evil.A deep wound.The ones of weapons can be sewed back on.But the ones of words,How can it be cured?With other words you will say to me.Yes but which words I say.Love,Tolerance,Comprehension.But it is still necessary that they are heard.Without that they are useless.Sometimes the organ is there,But the will is not.What gives the same result.And it is called conflict.
At the research of the truthAt the research of the truthYou seek but don't find it,Or partially,You chose a way that few understand,You're in it body and soul,There is nothing else but you and your thoughts,Don't drown inside it,Stay lucid,Don't let yourself be blinded by truth,And peacefully walk,Of a decided step towards your destiny,Who is not to save the world,But to make it prettier,Smile and the life will smile back at you,Forgive those which doubted your choice,Continue on this way,And the truth will come to you.