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The paradise bird

From Malaysia
From Malaysia
 
Whatever you may say
It came to me
The paradise bird
Whatever you may think
He came to dance
In the dim light at dusk
That was in a forest of Asia
In Borneo, Malaysia
 
Smokes in the trees
And then monkey shrieks
As if Nature
Was spreading a sheet
During twilight hours
 
I put down my bag
That was on a lakeshore
The lake was as big as a piece of Scotland
Then I took a bath
I drank rainwater
I ate tree bark
That was in a forest of Asia
In Borneo, Malaysia
 
Just like the cherry tree
Bears cherries
The paradise bird
Danced on the grey earth
An exquisite courtship
With blue and golden
Mesmerizing feathers
 
Winter aloha
Or else to alaho (up there)
Children pushing
Dugouts on the water
Whatever you may say
It came to me
The paradise bird
 
In my hand I had
The picture of a village
With ferns as foliage
The ash of the night
That was in a forest of Asia
In Borneo, Malaysia
 
(spoken) Then I decided to go and watch this kind of passerine birds, with highly shining feathers, head often adorned with lateral tufts, sides with the great plume made of interrupted feathers, tail bearing two more or less extended strands, with white or yellow wraps sharply contrasting with the upper part. I shall mention but a few of them: the lesser bird of Paradise, also called 'Petite émeraude', the red paradise bird, the manucode, the diphyllode or the king of flycatchers, or the epimac...
 

Human race

I walked along the river Seine
And reached the Pont des Arts
That's where I used to go
Taking Beaux-Arts street
To have a hot chocolate
And a round loaf
Settling down at the very back
With the human race
 
And through Le Havre street
Where I went back
When I fell out
With the human race
For a blue stop-over
With strange flying sparks
Full of destitutes
Not far from Saint-Lazare street
 
When I sat down
I saw someone coming
He was lonely too
It was just a kid
He wanted to follow me
He gave me his hand
But he didn't know
I had fallen out
That very morning
 
What's you name
Shivering all the same
In an low quality wool
Overcoat
Watching The Louvre
Amidst the moths
What's your name
Who has hurt you?
 
And I cursed myself
Because I knew myself so well
My friends the stars
Tell me the reason why
Above the shelters
How can it be so cold
How can it be so dark
 
Then we drank
A whole bottle of wine
Have you got one too
A little slut
He had one indeed
A brunette lover
Like a clean spot
 
In the moon dust
That came down
To ride him
We walked
Until the early hours
Through Vincennes Gate
Then towards Les Lilas
I have known many
Such flowers
That danced under the wind
 
Now I wonder
What happened to him
Women had come around
They took him away
To get rid of his lice
Under a burning shower
But he bit them
 
His first name is mine
When I fell out
With the human race
His first name is mine
 

Don't change

Near the old stone houses
With sheltered pediments
Don't mention your name
No, no, no
We have been praying
Many nights on end
One day
You will come to him from new horizons
The four wheels of his horses
Streams flowing from his hands
As long as he'll hold you in his arms
Above all, don't say anything
But when his face will fall down
Suddenly the silence (?) will tell you
 
Dig deep into your soul
Dig, but don't change
Don't change
Don't change
Don't change
 
And when silence will come back
On your mount you'll ride him away
Near the old stone houses
With sheltered pediments
And you'll forget his face
Then you understand
Maybe he'll look like me
And when we fall together
Just you and me, we'll think
 
Dig deep into your soul
Dig, but don't change
Don't change
Don't change
Don't change
 
But when our faces will slip
From us, we shall go away
Dig an underground shelter
Near the old stone houses
With sheltered pediments
We shall make love
Entwined under the frozen
Earth, our nails will grow
Ivy will be our home
Furry animals and bloody rivers
Will open their arms for us
And you
 
Dig deep into your soul
Dig, but don't change
Don't change
Don't change
Don't change
 

Jesus

You heard me right, Jesus
Knowledge and love
You heard me right, Jesus
Knowledge and love
 
I did see your followers
Some of them are still around
With the same hair as Jesus
The same corduroy coat, thick, thick, thick
You heard me right upside down, upside down
With your friends
Empty your glass
Empty your glass
 
All these men and women who failed to get
Knowledge and love
You'll hear them cry, Jesus
Unless you became deaf, deaf, deaf
 
You heard me right, Jesus
Knowledge and love
You had agreed on that, Jesus
You didn't do much to reach that goal, goal, goal
You heard me right upside down, upside down
With your friends
Empty your glass
Empty your glass
 
You heard me right, Jesus
It won't last forever
Get down from your cloud
Empty your pockets and run, run, run
 
I did see your followers
Some of them are crying for help
With outstretched hands, Jesus
There is no more time for speeches
You heard me right upside down, upside down
With your friends
Empty your glass
Empty your glass
 
You make everything wrong, wrong
You make everything wrong, wrong
Jesus (x4)
 

Latitudinal loneliness

Latitudinal loneliness
Sneaks between your sheets
Loneliness
Tonight will leave you
Loneliness
Loneliness
 
The night seems gentle and magic
Quite like the Americas
In the books you read when you are a child
Smoke Bellew, and White-Fang
The night seems gentle and magic
But what happens to you, you quiver
Loneliness, the fire is dying
Gun shots in the distance
 
Latitudinal loneliness
Sneaks between your sheets
Loneliness
Tonight will leave you
Longitudinal loneliness
Loneliness
 
The night seems gentle and magic
Quite like the cities
You dream of when you are a child
Carthage and its elephants
The night seems gentle and yet
You wake up from time to time
Loneliness and dying fire
Gun shots in the distance
 
Slips through your fingers
Loneliness will leave you tonight
Loneliness slips through your fingers
Loneliness...
 

What's going on with you?

Thousands of souls hiding in metal-sheet shacks
You wear the world on your shoulders like an ant
You bend like a willow tree, but you don't break
You wear the world on your shoulders like an ant
 
Houses, castles
Walls of sand, walls of wind
A breath from the future that blows us away
Like the rotting leaf of a tree
Yellow and golden in the setting sun
Like a dog that fell silent
So, what's going on with you?
I'm asking
What's going on with you?
I'm asking
So, what's going on with you?
 
Houses, castles
Walls of sand, walls of wind
A flawless crystal, purer than diamond
That turns into sand in our hands
Just sand
Like sand under our eyelids
When we fall asleep
Like a movie suddenly stops
So, what's going on with you?
I'm asking
So, what's going on with you?
I'm asking
So, what's going on with you?
 
Houses, castles
Walls of sand, walls of wind
A wind from the future that blows us away
Like the rotting leaf of a tree
Yellow and golden in the setting sun
Like a dog that fell silent
So, what's going on with you?
I'm asking
So, what's going on with you?
I'm asking
So, what's going on with you?
 

Friends

Friends who look away
'Cause you don't know
Or perhaps
You can't believe it
 
Friends, perhaps there won't be
For us together
Anymore Sundays or holidays
Will die out
 
Friends who look away
Tell me
Where could she have gone?
Time for me has come to a halt
Like a headless bird
Like a headless bird
 
Friends who spotted her
Weeping
On her seat
If you took her with you
 
Friends, perhaps tomorrow
You'll be left with a headless bird
In your hand
 
Friends, what's the point of loving
If I need to say it
And repeat it
If I need to write it down?
 
Friends, what's the point of loving
If I need to say it
And repeat it
If I need to write it down?
 

Inini territory

Warm as nest
Inini territory
Everything ends there
Sinks in the immensity
Squared-off trunk
Glides over the river Maroni
Seasoned canoeists
The shaman will heal them
 
Relentless rains
Over rio Camopi
Breasts as round as fruits
Bathing naked in the river Inini
Dances and sorcery
All night long
Ashes over felled timber
And the plane took off
Over the sleeping village
 
One night in a hut
By candlelight
Women exchanged without a word
For beads and guns
Rain on the felled timber
Over the sleeping village
Fevers and diseases
 
Over the sleeping village
Ashes over felled timber
Fevers and diseases
And the plane took off
Cry and pray
Arawaks, Guaranis
Guayaras, Galibis
For the Amazonian Indians
 
Deep down their sinister night (bis)
It's like a piece
Of paradise
Like a piece...
Cry and pray
Arawaks, Guaranis
Round as fruits
Guayaras, Galibis
Cry and pray
Arawaks, Guaranis
Guayaras, Galibis
For the Amazonian Indians
Round as fruits....
 

Wait till time gobbles you

Wait
Till time gobbles you
Like an egg
Crawl out of your shell
Like a dog
In a china shop
Forget where you come from
 
Iron and railings
The new building
A sort of weapon shines
In your hand
On the dampish wall
Chart
Your own way
 
But keep in mind
That time will transform you
Yes, keep in mind
That time
 
Wait
Till life grabs you
In its hand
Till your fist breaks
Against its own
You've got into the habit
They know where you come from
 
But iron and railings
It's a door that finally opens
The shadow of a girl
Running along a train
In that game of skittles
They point at you
You are done for
 
But keep in mind
That time wil transform you
Yes, keep in mind
That time
In that game of skittles
They point at you
 
Iron and railings
The new building
At dawn they dress you
You stand up
And walk towards
The shining post, it's all over
 
But keep in mind
That time wil transform you
Yes, keep in mind
That time
 

Elsewhere

Elsewhere, elsewhere
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is better
And there's nothing to scare
Nothing to scare
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is... better, better
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is much better
There are no motorbikes
They wake up early
They are in a good mood
They live, they die
And nobody ever cries
They make flower garlands
And children sing in unisson
 
Elsewhere, elsewhere
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is better
And there's nothing to scare
Nothing to scare
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is... better, better
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is much better
There are no critics
No valuables
No burglars
They live, they die
And nobody ever cries
They make flower garlands
And children sing in unisson
 
Elsewhere, elsewhere
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is better
And there's nothing to scare
Nothing to scare
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is... better, better
Elsewhere, you imagine the world is much better
They talk to fishermen
About sea-shells and flowers
About colored fishes
Children play for hours on end
But no one ever cries
There are neither winners nor losers
And everybody sings...
 

Nothing to declare

I have nothing to declare
I live an everlasting summer
Not grey, not blue, not deserved
That has been lasting for so many years
 
I have nothing to declare
I am the biter bit
The cobbler going barefoot
The dog given a new collar
 
Nothing either to declare
To authorities, I can't take any more
I am an exhausted horse
That is led to the visitors' lobby
 
I have nothing to declare, too bad
I didn't understand anything to mankind
I am an exhausted animal
Limping along, let me go
 
I have nothing to declare
Local events, news items
The Times, The Guardian
Ask somebody else
 
I have nothing to declare
I did not want anything, asked for nothing
I am not, I've never been
Neither maker, nor made-up
 

Blue silts

Because you care so much about people
You grit your teeth, you keep head up
Maps, marbles and pencils are the centre of your world
You use them with clenched fist like a bomb
You walk sideways like a crab
And the sea recedes
Farewell blue silts, dragging feet
Shifting sands, happy sands
Wind sands of blue silts
 
You fall asleep with your hair as a helmet
On your body a shirt, in your heart a wound
Prisoner with his feet caught in the flow
Packed or empty suitcase at low tide
You walk sideways like a crab
And the sea recedes
Farewell blue silts, dragging feet
Shifting sands, happy sands
Wind sands of blue silts
 
You walk sideways like a crab
And the sea recedes
Farewell blue silts, dragging feet
Shifting sands, happy sands
Wind sands of blue silts
 
Men, animals and women are at war
And the sea recedes
Lifes lost in iron waves
And the sea recedes
You forget to empty your glass
And the sea recedes
You walk sideways like a crab
And the sea recedes
You walk sideways like a crab
And the sea recedes
Farewell blue silts, dragging feet
Shifting sands, happy sands
Wind sands of blue silts
 

A strange man

He is a strange man
Nothing disturbs him
When he sleeps he dreams
He lives within a bottle
 
He is a strange man
He never eats
Behaves like a celery branch
But beware if you laugh
 
The man in his grey suit
Hates any kind of joke
And those making fun of him
 
He is an embittered man
Was born under grape-shots
But how could you think
His shirt may fit him
He often had to switch sizes
And fought so many so many
So many so many battles
 
He is a straw man
You put him on a rail
And you push him along
The railroad
That leads to the battlefield
 
A strange man
Was swept away on Sunday
By an avalanche
Of white paper sheets
Covered with invoices
 
He takes his car
Drives to the countryside
Where everything is green
At dazzling speed
He flies away towards the blue trees
In the sky above him
 
He is an embittered man
Was born under grape-shots
How could you think
His shirt may fit him
He often had to switch sizes
And fought so many so many
So many so many battles
A straw man
 
He is an embittered man
Was born under grape-shots
How could you think
His shirt may fit him
He often had to switch sizes
And fought so many so many
So many so many battles
 
He is an embittered man
Was born under grape-shots
How could you think
His shirt may fit him
He often had to switch sizes
And fought so many so many
So many so many battles
A straw man
 
A straw man
 

The black magpie

Gather the fruits of your orchard
Let the black magpie fly away
Bring water, place them
On a chair and eat them
Gather flowers from your garden
Leave the corridors, the smokes
What's wrong with the whole world
This morning?
 
A man with a long face
In a city, has given up
Motionless, he speaks about mankind
Lets the black suit fall at his feet
Summer is there, the sun is hot
Under the shady arbor
What's wrong with the whole world
This morning?
 
Keep away from the city, forgotten
Gather the fruits of your orchard
And when the snow will have snowed
Let the black magpie fly away
What's wrong with the whole world
This morning?
 

Winter trysts

Where did the autumn trysts go
And the daylight.. Rain, and shivering children
Where did the autumn trysts go
Secrets, morning frosts, and deserted gardens
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
 
Some days you would like
To exchange secrets
To tell each other stories
To send makeshift boats
Float away on lakes
In evening gardens
 
Where did the winter trysts go
And the cold... The child blowing in his hands?
Where did the autumn trysts go
The frozen fences, the lakes, the snowy moons?
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart keeps pounding
The smokes, the fogs
And old men's hands
Caressing children
 
You remember the pathways
The horse chestnut-trees
The bandstands
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
 
Where did the autumn trysts go
And the wind...
 
Where did the autumn trysts go
And the wind?
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart beats too fast
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
Flying to America
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart beats too fast
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
America
 

A bird has landed

A bird has landed
It was holding in its beak
A kind of folded paper
A messenger that knew nothing
Of the place you have left
Or of the fever and the cold
It had never known anything worse
It had never known anything as strange
As the fate of men
Of women they love and forget
 
A bird has landed
It was holding in its beak
In the sudden cold in which men are born
It was a wren I believe
It was shivering in the storm
It had travelled from the limbo of bygone days
It told me perhaps you would come back
To look at me through its eyes
 
It had never known anything as strange
As the fate of men
Of women they love and forget
Lke a paper will fold or unfold
 
A bird has landed
With a shiver just as you used to have
In the sudden chill that bites you
In the sudden chill
 
It had never known anything as strange
As the fate of men
Of women they love and forget
Like a paper will fold
 
Of women they love and forget
Like a paper will fold
 
As the fate of men
Of women they love and forget
 

The valley of peace

Facing the wide plains
He walked a long time
Perhaps did he see
Your radiant mask
Sun and firmament
Impose their law
As a specter back from
The valley of peace
The valley of irresolution
 
He walked with bare head
He kept walking
Facing the wide plains
Where the worst is yet to come
The best is behind
In the coming dawn
On the valley of thirst
Teepees as totems
Radiant masks
In the valley of sorrow
Where darkness extends its finger
He walked in spite of all
He walked a long time
When twilights come back
He knows what to expect
 
In the Valley of peace
The riders come forward
Cloud into which he disappeared
Hopeless powder (?) what you know
Let them come, let them go
Those who lost their love
Valley of tears, valley of milk
Where valet (?) only may stay
 
Any kind of slum
Where the plant was able to grow
Where the fruit has ripened
The roots spread
Volcano craters
He paid his debt
Sand in his eyes
Climbing down peaks
Facing the wide plains
Of human misery
Each muscle tensed up
And bleeding eardrum
In spite of his own pain
He was able to obtain
From the stars guiding us
That the valley remains desert
 
In the valley of peace
The riders come forward
Let them come, let them go
Those who lost their love
Valley of tears, valley of milk
Where valet (?) only may stay
 
Any kind of slum
Where the plant was able to grow
Where the fruit has ripened
The roots spread
 
In the valley of peace
Horses kiss each other
Where grass never dies out
When the riders go by
 
In the valley of peace
Where horses kiss each other
Where grass never dies out
When the riders go by
 
Where horses
Where horses
Where horses kiss each other
Where horses kiss each other
Where horses
Where horses ...
 

Prisoners of futility

We have walked along the tracks - the tracks
Some of us have fallen
And what happened to the rest? - to the rest
We are the prisoners of futility
 
Behind us, countries and villages
Vanishing under wild ivy
Where only one dog perhaps survives - survives
We are the prisoners of futility
 
We are the prisoners of the links binding us
And our heart suffers, it's like a stain
Something that grows and hides itself
We are the prisoners of the links binding us
 
A few crosses were put up along the way - the way
At which the torturers point fingers
Saying 'Of the other world what is left?' - what is left
We are the prisoners of futility
 
Beyond us, the sky is lead - sky is lead
Is there a God, someone, we call him
He forgot us, how could he? - how could he
We are the prisoners of futility
 
We are the prisoners of the links binding us
And our heart suffers, it's like a stain
Something that grows and hides itself
We are the prisoners of the links binding us
 
Prisoners of futility, prisoners, prisoners
 

Red coat

Because they told me to hold his arm
And look at the needle shoved in
You don't get always lucky
You bend down, you fall, you move on
 
You slip the red coat on, trees move and the sky is going to fall down
You never know, tomorrow, tonight, what day, what time it's gonna stop
You hide, you crawl, you swallow, you struggle to stay up
You look in front, the danger passes, just bend your neck
 
Behind the border
Where banana trees were felled
You'll find helmets and stretchers
And the jeeps of orderlies
 
We are all same, there's nothing else to do
Than writing on a piece of paper
The tough time we have on the other side of the earth
While looking at bombs falling down
 
But on the other bank of the river
You've got men eating dogs
Women afraid of daylight
Without milk left in their breast
 
You hurry, you get there and you walk past
Maybe there's something to see
You stop on the brim of the bruning hole
There's a guy who sells drinks
 
You slip the red coat on, trees move and the sky is going to fall down
You never know, tomorrow, tonight, what day, what time it's gonna stop
You hide, you crawl, you swallow, you struggle to stay up
You look in front, the danger passes, just bend your neck
 
But behind the border
Where banana trees were felled
You don't always get beer
And you wonder what happened
 
Now close your eyes, switch the small light off
And forget everything
Women who fell in the rice fields
Children dead from starvation
Women who fell in the rice fields
Children dead from starvation
 
One day in an armchair, smoking a cigar
By the Mediterranean sea
You'll have lots of people coming to see me
And ask to be told
But nothing more rotten than my memory
I won't even remember how to count
But nothing more rotten than my memory
I won't even remember how to count
My life will be a big black hole
With dead bodies burried inside
 
As if someone had pushed me suddenly in the void
The big wet checkerboards in the delta
Magic of the night like a red anaconda killed in an acid bath
Magic of the night like a red anaconda killed in an acid bath
 
There's only one micron (?)
 
You never know, tomorrow, what day, what time
You hide, you swallow, you struggle
You look in front, the danger passes, just bend your neck
You slip... you slip the red coat on, and trees move, and the sky...
 

All things

And all matters decay
Like plaster on the ceilings
Like wine in the carafe
When it takes the color of blood
Like wine becoming thick
And the wound remains bottomless
And when nobody answers (bis)
 
All matters decay
Like plaster in houses
When everything is nonsense
You see the bottom of all matters
While we disappear
As if wiped out by a dishcloth
As if swept away by a typhoo
 
On the glaring shore
When it takes the color of blood
On the shore where we shall stand
With our lead shoes
Going down as a deep-sea diver
On the glaring shore
On which night is thickening
 
And all matters decay
Like plaster on the ceilings
Like wine in the carafe
When it takes the color of ash
And you see the level going down
And the wound remains bottomless
And nobody answers (bis)
 

Lights

But where have they gone (bis) the lights
That guided us?
Perhaps were we (bis) too proud
To lower our head
The earth has moved (bis) without us
Without waiting for us
Darkness is (bis) everywhere
Covered with ashes
 
But remember that (bis)
That we loved each other (bis) all the same
We were so young (bis), so proud
And how can I put it?
We have lost (bis) the light
The star that caressed our (bis) eyelids
I don't care at all
 
But all the same
We remember
We keep in mind
Something
You put on the headboard
A light (bis)
That used to shine in the night
A light
That used to shine in the night
 
But where have they gone (bis) the lights
That guided us?
Turned into statues (bis) of stone
What have we done?
Moments, like some (bis) iron nails
Hammered in
And nothing else than the sound (bis) of the sea
As only answer
 
Remember, that was (bis) yesterday
But today
The lion shakes its (bis) mane
Fear of the night
Scrapes the river (bis) bottom
Where he used to come and drink
We have lost (bis) the light
We are in the dark
 
But all the same
We remember
We keep in mind
Something
You put on the headboard
A light (bis)
That used to shine in the night
A light
That used to shine in the night
 
But where have they gone (bis) the lights
That guided us?
The lion shakes its (bis) mane
At each whiplash
Behind the bars (bis) of iron
Without any illusion
Behind the bars (bis) of iron
Of its jail
 

Dream-merchant

Dream-merchant
With your hollow boat
Surrounded by miserable women
Dream-merchant
On the blood lake shore
No one is up now
When the sun gets low
And all the yellow-skinned children
With faun eyes
Like bursting balloons
Dream-merchant
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Spilling your golden powder
No one is up now in the streets (5)
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor (2)
Amidst dancing girls
With curved lips
You can see the nails, the fingers
Of those who fell (2)
 
Dream-merchant
On the blood lake shore
No one is up now
When the sun gets low
With your red powder
Your golden eyes, your boat
And children still moving
Inside the bag
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Deep in the slanting eyes
In the golden eyes
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor
No one is up now in the streets
With your red powder
Your golden eyes, your boat
And the children still moving
Inside the bag
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Hit harder
In the deathly silence
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor
No one is up now in the streets
 
Dream-merchant
Go farther away
Spilling your golden powder
No one is up now in the streets...
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor...
Amidst dancing girls
With curved lips
You can see the nails, the fingers
Of those who fell (2)
 
Dream-merchant
Go still farther away
In your boat on the shore
Dream-merchant
Let them fall from the bag
These cut heads
That are still singing
No one is up now in the streets of Angkor
 

Long, long way

There's nothing like
A sky without any star
Where nothing will ever change
Where you will fall asleep
 
If you want to find the one you'll love
It's a long, long question
And every morning is the same
Be it of feathers, of straw
Or broken bottles
Be it in the shade, be it in the sun
If you want to find the other one tomorrow
It's a long, long way
 
Wherever you go
There will be water and straw
There will be water and straw
And tender grass for the small of your back
On your way
 
There will be water, and sun
There will be water, and sun
Not a single day, not a single night will be the same
But it's a long, long way
It's like a prickle in the palm of your hand
It's a long, long way
It's a long long long long long long long long long long long way
Because finding the one to love
It's a long, long question
It's a long long long long long long long long long long long quextion
It's a long long long long
Long long long
Long long long
 
Wherever you go
There will be water and straw
There will be water and straw
And tender grass for the small of your back
All along your way
 
Then, when you know it's him
Run to meet him
You will be like in his arms
Free, near his open heart
 

Asian bedrooms

Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Drapes of torn up curtains, miserable neon lights
And nothing left to prove yourself you do exist
 
Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Motionless and warm drapes in endless nights
Bedsheets marked with all the screams and smells of fleeting time
 
Asian bedrooms, leave back to them, night or day
Musty walls, velvet skins
 
Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Motionless and warm drapes in endless nights
Bedsheets marked with all the screams and smells of fleeting time
 
Draperies of curtains drawn across closed windows
Resting bodies reflected on the walls
Clanking of the keys of locks on iron barred doors
And corridors lit night and day like in hell
 
Like in hell, but what's your choice, go back there despite all
Musty walls, where they say they love you
 
Draperies hanging from closed windows of Asian bedrooms
Paper on the walls of bedrooms in musty hotels
Useless and sad memories of those long nights
And bite in the sheets of the Asian bedrooms
As you bite into a fruit
 
Asian bedrooms, leave back to them one day or the other
And take with you someone else's skin
 

He leaves at eight p.m.

He leaves at 8 p.m.
Without even sayng goodbye
To his friends working
On the same worksite as him
 
They say he his unhappy
That he doesn't get all he wants
When he takes his last train
And enters his car, he is hungry
 
Last year there was
In the middle of his misery
A girl that saw him often
A girl...
 
They say he his unhappy
He doesn't get all he wants
But he keeps talking about her
He says life is cruel
He travels in ...
 
He leaves at 8 p.m.
Without even sayng goodbye
To his friends working
On the same worksite as him
 
They say he his unhappy
That he doesn't get all he wants
When he takes his last train
And enters his car, he is hungry
 
He travels in the clouds
Without a look for the landscape
Life unwinds on his face
And in his eyes
Like a picture
 
He leaves at 8 p.m.
Without even sayng goodbye
He leaves at 8 p.m.
Without even sayng goodbye
He leaves at 8 p.m.
Without even sayng goodbye
 

Animals, we feel bad

Animals, we feel bad
Our back is lined with scales
We smell of straw
In the fault
And when the door opens
A troup of woodlice
Repels us, shouting
'No snakes here!'
 
Animals, we feel bad
Animals, we feel bad
 
Animals, we feel bad
We have got two horns
On top of our nose
We drop down
We collapse
Our tail is curly
Our skin is thick
Our skin is greyish
And when you want to go out
With a young lady
You take her to dinner
When she sees you
What does she say?
'All you need is a hump
Vade retro, rhino!'
 
Animals, we feel bad
Animals, we feel bad
 
Animals, we feel bad
You see the giraffe having an operation
Now her neck is lined with clips
She calls for help
They want to put pants on her
But they are too short
Animals, we feel bad
We lay eggs in the sand
And when we sit down to eat
The horsepowers
Got scared
To be taken far from their stable
 
Animals, we feel bad
Animals, we feel bad
 
Animals, we feel bad
And if we don't behave
Perhaps we shall live again as humans
Animals, we feel bad
Animals, we feel bad
And God will know his own...
 

Caesar

From a time between two eras
Read the message
Of happy people
In a reign that was in every way similar
To that of gods
The perishable life
Of Caesar, Caesare, Of Caesar
 
When for him the ocean settles down
Under his ships
And flows like palm oil
When the crimson waves move forward
The horizon capsizes, and Caesar advances
Caesar, Caesare, Caesar, Caesare, Caesar, Caesare
 
Ancient strongholds built on the continent
Along African shores
Salt marshes reclaimed from Western ochre soil
Hands oustretched towards those who would be unaware
Of the ships with four (?) and the (?) beaten
Reflecting on a thousand soldiers defeated
By Caesar, Caesare, by Caesar
 
Standing up on his deathbed, like parchment
Already dead as he falls under the blows
All over as they say, of his elder son
Perhaps shall we see tomorrow
Our children raise against us the sword
Of Caesar, Caesare
 

When a woman

When a woman
Gets up in the morning
Heats some water
Examines her hands
Gets out on the front
Of her cottage
Then perhaps she remembers
Unknown things
She had forgotten
Like a folded of paper
Under a small cushion
As soft as a loafer
 
Gets up in the morning
Heats some water
Looking in the distance
To know what the sky may bring
If it will rain tomorrow
These are unknown things
She had forgotten
Like a folded paper
As soft as a pillow
That one, that very one
On which so long ago
Someone had written
The end of this poem
Of this story
 
Lets water run down
Along the small of her back
Along her spine
And then she remembers
Like a folded paper
Under a small cushion
As soft as a loafer
Those unknown things
She had forgotten
Like a folded paper
Under a small cushion
 
Those unknown things
She had forgotten
An enamelled saucer
Lit up by a ray of sunlight
 

What use is the past ?

What use is the past
Men and animals we knew
Foutains where we drank
Everything is short-lived
A milestone along the ditch
A hand-to-hand fight
 
Even the names that were intertwined
In the stone are now rubbed out
And under the thin and cold rain
Even the oak will lie on the ground
Between two dry flowers
And I shall walk away
Towards the future
Caricature
Just like the skin of a fruit
Of what used to be
Of what fades away
Of what used to be
A river
Enchanted
A river
 
Blackbird and thrush have sung
But say who heard them
In the garden, in the orchard
We were all herdsmen or sheperds
But something must have changed
To blur out the usefulness
Of the past
Men and animals we knew
Our toys are now broken
 
What's the use they met
What's the use they loved each other
If everything keeps going without them
Even the stone is rubbed out
At the place they kissed
At the place they told each other everything
 
Is there a single oak tree standing
Between two dry flowers
And I shall walk away
Towards the future
Towards the frame
Just like the skin of a fruit
Of what used to be
Of what fades away
Of what used to be
A river
Enchanted
A river
 
Is there the slightest mud stain
Or did they make love standing up
In the silks, in the clothes
Let those who knew speak out
But everything dissolves everythink is drunk
Like a hemlock goblet
In the silks, in the clothes
Let those who knew speak out
But everything is dissolved...
 
To the riches of Mysore
To the strands of Cebu
To the riches of Mysore
Let them speak out
But everything is dissolved
In the silks, in the clothes
Like a hemlock goblet
Like a hemlock
Like a hemlock goblet
Like a hemlock
 

In my cradle I can hear

In my cradle I can hear
I can hear the melody of the wind
Like a young child
They hold his hand
They teach him things
All dressed in pink
And white satin
And white satin
 
In my cradle I can hear
I can hear the melody of the wind
From the deep of my dream
Like a buttercup
It has nothing but the sun
It has nothing but the sun
And trees rustling
And trees rustling
And the song of life
And the song of life
And the song of life
 
Like a young child
They hold his hand
They teach him things
All dressed in pink
And white satin
 
I can hear the melody of the wind
From the deep of my dream
Like a buttercup
It has nothing but the sun
It has nothing but the sun
And the green of trees
And the green of trees
And leaves rustling
And the song of life
And the song of life
And the song of life
And the song of life
 

He who walks ahead

He who walks ahead
You have known him for a long time
You see his back, you know how he is inside
He walks in the storm
And you don't hear him
It's never the right time
In the old days he was a leader
Now he is nothing, the soil is glassy
The road is black like licorice
The trees planted in olden days
Shed on him with their wooden hair
Both sun and shade
You have little love left for him now
But you will follow him till the end
Till the end
Till the end...
 
Remember, when you met him
That often you were naked
You see what he has become
It's you who drag the case
With the years you have put inside of it
Time has no more hold over you
Only hide and skin remain
Of the suit and the coat
You used to put on his back
Close your eyes, think it over
He who walks ahead
So that your heart may hurt
As his own hurts to be like this
You have little love left for him now
But you will follow him till the end
Of memories
Till the end
Till the end...
 
He who walks ahead
He who walks ahead
He who walks ahead
You know him
You know him
You know him
 

Enter the dream

Pull the sheet back over your eyes and
Enter the dream
Start again other people's life from where you left it
When the day is done
See colors, see shapes
In a word walk while the others sleep
See colors, see shapes
Towns becoming towns right by the night
With animals walking silently
In your back, fear always follows you
 
Pull the sheet back over your eyes and
Enter the dream
Turn on the marvellous screen
When the day is done
To find your wounded love
At the bottom of the drawer where you left it
To find your wounded love
Cut the world in pieces with a razor blade
To see the black pit inside the fruit
Life is not what they want us to believe
Life is not life
 
Life is not what they want us to believe
The sheet of despair is better
As life is not what they want us to believe, then
The sheet of despair is better
Pull the sheet back over your eyes
Turn on the marvellous screen
When the day is done