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Dans n'importe quelle langue, c'est pas grave (d'ailleurs la plupart des miens sont en anglais)
The Nectar
I was sliding on the golden soil,
This burning beauty,
But I knew it's heat,
Would have no mercy,
I saw, through this delirium,
Through different stars and stories.
I suddenly appeared in a humid jungle,
Covered by a green carpet.
Insects, lizards, flowers, worms and mushrooms.
Chaos ruled in this exotic town.
And through this mess, surrounded by trees,
I saw the unguarded treasure :
The blue nectar was liying there.
The burning skin of the soil,
made me come back to reality :
I was being dried alive ;
Without having drunk,
My nectar one last time.
I woke up in a hospital bed,
soft but strangely heated.
A young nurse was smiling to me.
She gave me a glass,
Filled with my nectar.
As I was grabbing it,
The nurse led place
To the golden plain's solitude.
Next I was crawling,
Only bounded to my desire for nectar,
And this insanity.
Dryness struck me and I wondered
If I would ever taste it again.
I sat on a dune and waited for my end.
This was the last time
Madness struck me again.
I found myself in a grey desert
And begged on my knees,
A last cup of nectar.
I saw my grave with a glass next to it.
I knew it all ended here.
I drunk my precious nectar
And came back to my golden home,
Where, in one last sigh,
I layed on the dune and remained.
J'en avait écrit un autre... Je l'ai paumé...
N'hésitez pas à en écrire un ! C'est très intéressant comme expérience.
Lun 17 Mai 2010 - 21:59