جادة رقم خمسة .

I -
The clouds of the exile
doors of the wind
I offer you my dreams out-loud
I offer you Biscuits from France
the sea ; bend
holy fish , infinity wounds and shells
make a wish
- I hope you don’t forget the way I smell -
your turn now
Oh , I own nothing except some tears and some reminiscence

II –
The cross next to her bed ,
Said ‘’ Die , go ahead ‘’
My life on the road to Jerusalem ,
And in silence tears ; I ate it .

III –
Natural . .
The illusions bleed in the scratch ,
?so within reality and dreams ; what can I catch
morning songs , seed of the snow ,
? over the years , what do you know

IIII –
Spring replaced the winter ,
I have forgotten the valley of your voice ,
The animal hunts the hunter ,
I love you , love me , you have no choice .

IIIII –
Love me ,
? Please : (

IV –
I ran to her like an orphan,
Like a lonely traveler
Seeking answers and love
At the port , where I stood
.singing with a Spanish dove

IIV-
Last star ,The palm trees must breath,
I saw your eyes, gazing at my death,
Even so, I can still walk , I can still speak
Who knows , maybe I’m a forbidden freak

EIIv –
Your flip-flop,
The sand among your toes,
I’m the sea,
wave to me , stay close,
I can still say something holy ,
. I love you more than my nose

IO –
The dry grass, like me
My fear is not being slave ,
My fear is being free ,
without you,
.I don’t want to marry your grave

PS –

your tender hands
I miss them

& -
In a coma,I woke up next the river,
It’s a year since I left the gypsies quiver,
Everything there , but you ,
? Why you didn’t leaves a clue
?A sigh , A nightmares , or a pair of shoe
# -
Your hair is long now,
Like the shade of New-York skyscraper,
My compassion is shrinking, somehow,
.Like a Sweaters , like a parashoot in the air

Ps ; that’s not fair .

@ -
A few hopes carry me,
The sound of the birds,
Now, I’m on one knee
Out of prayers ,out of poems,
out of rings, out of flowers and spring,
.Out of words and out of what you absurd

^ -
I’m the believer
.Of your kisses

! –
Love is an attitude .
The lamp of your soul .
Falling behind the wall of the nasty Desires

Ps.

? : ( No apple pie for me today too  -