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Melting Pot et vin blanc doux
15 juillet 2007

Time to live

Time to live

 

 

He rushed down the hill

Stones were rolling under his feet

Up there in between four walls

The alarm was singing joyless

 

He was smelling the scent of trees

With his body just like a forge

Light was flooding along with him

Making of his shadow a dance.

 

Hope they leave me time enough

He was jumping across hair grass

He picked a pair of yellow leaves

Deeply imbued with sap and sun

 

The blue steel cannons were spitting

Short flames of dry fire

Hope they leave me time enough

He reached the waterside

 

He plunged his face into the flow

He laughed out of joy he drank

Hope they leave me time enough

He got up to jump

 

Hope they leave me time enough

A burning yellow brass bee

Stoke him down here on the bank

Blood and water went blending

 

He’d had time enough to see

Time enough to drink the stream

Time to bite into

A couple of sunny leaves

 

Time to laugh at his killer

Time to reach the other shore

Time to run towards his wife

He’d had time to live

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