Our Father who are in Heaven,
just stay there.
And we, we will remain on Earth,
which is sometimes so nice,
with it's New York mysteries,
its Paris mysteries too,
which are well worth the ones of the Trinity.
With its small Ourcq1 canal,
its Great Wall of China,
its river near Morlaix2,
its bêtises de Cambrai3
with its Pacific Ocean
and its two ponds in the Tuilleries garden.
With its good kids and its naughty boys
with all its wonders of the world
which sit there,
simply here on earth,
free for everybody,
scattered,
wondering themselves for being such marvels,
not daring to realize it,
like a naked pretty girl wouldn't dare to show herself.
With the horrible plagues of the world
which are legions,
with their legionaries,
with their torturers,
with the masters of this world,
the masters with their priests, their traitors, their mercenaries
with the seasons
with the years
with the pretty girls and the old farts
with the hay of misery rotting in the steel of the guns.
1. A canal in the North of Paris2. A town in French Brittany3. A kind of sweets whose name means "silly things"