With this sun, we feel the need
to enjoy the comfortable silence,
to drink in life
with little sips
Under the magnificent sky
along the slopes, nipping on blades of grass
and donning a pleated skirt, she watched
with a triumphant air
that this clean-shaven young man
or maybe, just still a child
wanted her
He asks for almost nothing, maybe,
just an indication,
for a smile to tell him to "come"
He asks for almost nothing, maybe,
the flight of a bird
with the flap of wings to indicate its freedom...
Under the roof of the mills
along the gray walls
Under the the neighboring road
and its gray pavements
Under all the hills
Under all the forests
Under the rises of heaven, without bells and without union
the love of children
cleanses
But, these are two hardened children
who no longer knew what to tell themselves
Because the words of adults
crushed their lives without merci
for they no longer knew how to dream, to laugh
An indifferent heart...
And still today,
along the hills
the blueberry filled poppies
wait in vain
for a cruel hand
to pluck it from its home...