Le temps circulaire
Le temps naturel
Le temps sans commencement, ni fin
A tout en même temps rapide, et insubmersible , fragile
Pourtant indélébile
Le temps qu'il traverse le quadrant de l'horloge
Et que redémarre toutes les douze heures
Sa ronde éternelle .

What is happiness for you?
Being healthy?
Have money?
Have the car of the year?
Have the biggest house in the world?
Have the best clothes with the best brand?
Have sculpted body?
Have beauty?
Have video game?
Have TV?
Have computer?
Have mobile phone?
Have internet?
Have a notebook?
Have a family?
Have...


And if  we didn't have anything?
And none of these related things I mentioned above?
And if we had ourselves, one body, thrown anywhere, a forest, a desert?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
We die?
We would be crazy?
What we would be?
What would the world be?
What would be happiness for you?

It's a confusion
Is there?
Is it true?
Sometimes it seems, but
It's just a mistake
Invention in your mind
Waste time on something empty
Empty hope
All in vain
As a matter of fact ...
Just want to feel loved, complete
Something that makes you feel real
A true story
That it isn't all a pretense.

A cup of tea
and music playing
sitting on a corner
contemplating empty thoughts
affecting my insane mind.

Stop to think
what I see,
what I feel,
what I want.

They are just thoughts,
useless, done as a hobby
valued hour going
only split second.

Words omitted
placed in simple verses
it is sometimes the only
how to find
an answer
without distinguishing the right.

Is about
The fear
Himself
It's haunting and
It makes you think terrible things
What makes you think that life has no more meaning
Feel? Feeling!
Feel like ...
Everything was unlike
And you don't have the strength to untap
As if the wind blew and
Doesn't relieve
Oh fear!
Fear of the dark
from street
courage
the will
expectations
loving
dreaming
to want
to have
all broken
all distorted
all wrong
Everything is fear