You take a step
to eternity.
I take seven steps
to reach your soul.
The seventh one
I fall
down your heart
into the depth
of your inner black hole.

Am I ever coming out?
Being never
the same
or in the same place
anymore.
Swallowed up
by the number of stars.
Seven stars.
Seven times.
Seventh is your love.

A white tablecloth
shines brightly
in your empty eyes.

I call your name
But you don't hear.
You never heard.

I sit before the window
behind the wooden table
And look at the white
bright tablecloth.

There is only one
black hieroglyph
fallen from my heart
launched by my soul.

The brightness hurts
The sun burns my eyes
The hieroglyph melts
My heart freezes.
And you never saw.

What is Human?
What is You?
And what is I?
A bundle of feelings
A collection of emotions
A blend of worries.

It's all Human
Every single cell
Is living a delicate
Secret balance.

Living cells are the same
In every single one of us.
We try to live and be alive.

So why we make the world
A burden, a fear?
Why we make it hard to bear?

The beauty of living
Must be love.

Not hate.
Never hate.

As this will **** the living cell
And create an isolation wall
The universe does not welcome.
And we do not as well.

Dans les belles nuits sombres
Quand les pensées m’ont hantée
Je ne les peux jamais comprendre
Avant qui ils sont bien captivée

Les pensées si haute et grand
Entoure mon cœur tendre
Les petites doutes et offrandes
Qui mon âme de désir me rende

Les illusions, ceux qui existent
Ils sont doux, si trompeuses
Et pourtant je ne comprends pas
Pourquoi ils sont magnétiseuses.

Mes chères, édifiant rêveries
Qui me donne du chagrin, du mal
Mais sans qui je ne peux pas vivre
Les chimères, gentil et fantomal.

Where is love?
Where is compassion?
Where are those deepest feelings,
Of our human nature?
Which seem to have been captured,
By those who hate,
By those who ****,
By those who only live,
For the sake of an ideology,
Where there is no apology,
For those who truly suffer.
For those who try to make,
The world a better place
For those who do not hate
But bear the silent pain
Is it just all in vain?

Where, where is the love?
Where is tolerance?
Is there still a chance,
To change the sad world?
To remove the soul's pain
And all those ideas and beliefs
Which cleave and hurt us all
And bring no relief?

Where is this love...

Sometimes the wind blows too strongly,
Sometimes the mind flows too quickly,
Catching the wind is a challenge,
From fairytales and fantasy,
Catching the thoughts,
Is a pure nightmare.
So you become,
Bewildered.

What are words for me?
What is writing for me?

It is the freedom you see
When an imprisoned soul
Has freed itself
And flies completely free
Amongst the stars
Before again put into the cage
Of Life.