if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is

because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting

of seatides
i trusted not,
                    one night
when in my fingers

drooped your shining body
when my heart
sang between your perfect
*******

darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down

the singing reaches of
my soul
spoke
the green-

greeting pale-
departing irrevocable
sea
i knew thee death.

                              and when
i have offered up each fragrant
night,when all my days
shall have before a certain

face become
white
perfume
only,
          from the ashes
then
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush

the mischief from her eyes and fold
her
mouth the new
flower with

thy unimaginable
wings,where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars

my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense

I don't understand myself
I don't know what am doing
I don't even know why am here

I talk a lot
But when i talk i feel ... different
People think they know me...
But if i don't know myself,
how could they know myself more than me?

I talk a lot
But it doesn't mean anything
lies...lies...lies
But they are here for a good reason
What reason, i don't know?

My past is just a blur,
In my head there is nothing
I have always believed that
I don't belong here

Who am i?
I wish i knew

J'ouvre les yeux,
Je pleure de BONHEUR,
Moi, qui vient de sortir...
Du ventre de ma mère,
petite que je suis,
GRAND sont mes yeux,
Ouvert pour admirer,
Ma mère qui sourirait

En voyageant vers l'inconnu,
Je découvre ma famille,
Toute JOYEUSE,
de voir du monde,
Je fais mon premier pas
dans... ma... vie,
avec un **SOURIRE