Ode to the Love:
Above the city, a pretty evening of autumn
Weaves a dark net capturing the horizon,
And fine gleams cross the partition
Is illuminating this ceiling monotonous by hope.
In the medium of this veil, a star is singing,
And diffuses the glare of her sound heart
With the fire of its charisma offering the cure
To which wants to listen to the song that she’s singing.
The honest enchanter travelled much,
And deserted the dome where its heart lived,
Disappearing from the waving of a magic wand.
Let us not evoke the absence or the shade of the reverse,
But the brilliance maintains of an energetic flame
Which carries its rays to other universes.
(ode à l'amour) © 2002-2005, all rights reserved