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Matin d’été Elle dort contre moi
De toutes les belles maquillées en vitrine Méditerranée
Elle seule m’a suivie elle saigne dans mon lit
Elle dort
Des parcelles de terre lui débordent aux paupières
Elle récupère les multiples rejetons de ses avortements
Ils lui rongent les ongles et lèchent ses cheveux et cicatrisent les ponts
Vers son ventre ils affluent
Ils sont les sanglots longtemps retenus
Il n’y a pas le feu Il n’y a pas la maison
Les pompiers transportent leurs citernes sur le dos
Des petits y barbotent pour apaiser leurs brûlures
Matin d’été La ménagère astique le sol
Asperge sa nuque à l’Eau de Javel
La mémoire est l’immaculée serpillière
Aimé, ému.
Très beau. Mais je me gratte encore la tête pour le sudoku de la fin.
Anonymous - 27/07/2006 - 18:41
When beards are still entertaining jews
The internatinal community is busy living.
under a lovely sun, outhere in a safe place.
I never really trusted the human race.
I think we should be exterminated soon.
There’s so much beauty out there,
We are insecure, and greedy, and jealous
and we don’t give a fuck.
Unless it’s happening to us.
But it’s not happening to US.
As long as it’s happening far, it won’t happen in here.
Not in my life, the world goes on.
And i have a paper to give tomorrow.
I have plans, i am disciplined, i am building my future.
If i stop now, others will get there before me.
The world is not gonna stop turning in 3 days.
(Well, i am not sure about that one.
Because i believe that everything is possible.)
You go on vacation somewhere.
You’re interested by a new culture, a different nature,
You take it easy. You have planned it all.
In 2 weeks you will come back to your home.
You will work on this project,
You will call those people, you have new ideas,
You are fresh and young,
You are happy and strong.
I bet a lot of you have one day felt that way.
But if you live in a fucked up country,
You might also know that
You will wake up one morning,
The sun is shinning, you think you can go for a swim today.
You open the tv and you can see, your building in rubble.
Your country on fire,
Screams of help, and hope and anger and pain
In your mailbox everyday.
Have a nice happy shinny life all of you.
And eat my guilt.
I feel ashamed and sorry.
But don’t worry,
I might as well go to that beautifull bar on the top of a hotel building,
Drink 4 champagne bottles with my friends.
While i watch Helsinki preparing for the next sunset.
I wonder how Helsinki would look like under some Israeli rockets.
With smoke and fire. Like those beautifull, exotic pix we’re getting to see nowadays
Of my beautifull destroyed country.
I bet all cities look beautifull from a long shot angle with some smoke effets.
Fuck you all
la mirza - 28/07/2006 - 15:32
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elle belle Beyrouth comme toutes les capitale de la douleur.
kalima - 6/08/2006 - 20:38
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