I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire...
Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...
A fruit basket in a still-life
forever...
We are born,
to live for a while...
Heaven is gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies...
Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...
We share our solitude with the night.
I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph...
This people only see the act
They do not see the puppeteers...
Those who've beavered hard
to brush me away by their brooms...
You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...
"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Elward...
Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...