Sync Different

Pink, soft, tender, sweet,Grace, clean, supple, weak,Tears, fragile, realist, passive, small,Poor level, level,Listening, feeling, sensitive,Intuition, pearles, milk,Justice, nurse, mother, below andMind clear, stupid stupid
Favour, smooth, wash, left,Child, and pressing bitchCaress slow, easly levelHome, house, lisptick lipstick
Dream, sexy, awkward, bungle,Foolish, sewing, knitting, pretty,Broom, mindless, kitchen, child,Empty light, lower lower
Slim, clean, nail, plait,Ass, mouth, breast, bottom

Here is this time of lonelinessIn a corner barAnd some side glanceWith the unknown,Every day,Every day in this corner barBut every day is a new dawnAnd suddendly,A sweet doubt,One time for the sweet doubt
No sounds,No background noise,Just silenceAnd
the shadow of the plantsNo presence,No background noise,No one,Nobody,
Every day in this corner barEvery day,At the same timeThe reflection of the sun,On the tiled floor,Across the shutterAnd then,The time for the sweet doubt,No form, no color,And without subject,A cloudy spell in my mind
No sounds,No background noise,Just silenceAnd
the shadow of the plantsNo presence,No background noise,No one,Nobody

Je n’ai de rôle que par absence
dans la coulée de la mémoire
Que m’y déplaise en apparence,
d’entre les formes la plus choisieSans que m’advienne que je devienneLa couturière de mon silence
J’aurais vécuD’avoir étéPar temps pareil
Boucles d’oreillesEt cheveux blonds

Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du cielQue je regarde à demeurerSi près de toi,Si près de moiSi près passé
S’en passa quoiDe quoi jouerA double jeuDu jeu d’aimerA noir ou blanc ?Dans quelle main ?Ce sera qui ?Pour finir quoi ?Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagnerA te laisser seule sans savoirQui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ?Sans rester seuleAvec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre
au jeu d’aimer
Dans le miroirUn peu de sel sous les paupières
Il me sera sans conséquencesQu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire
Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir
de lui s’effaceL’autre écritureSans l’autre signeQue de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule
Ici l’amour est sans duréeDans le hasard que j’organiseNe m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autreDans le mélange de mes journéesSi d’aventure j’ouvre la porteSur l’autre absence de mon partage

I’m gonna beA fixed point in the daylightA fuzzy tree in a big and green areaA misunderstanding in the eyes of the curiousA white street in the brightnessA vehement garden, a squall and silenceA blank page about the meaning
An opened sky to the speechless desiresI’m gonna beOlderFinally
To smile to whom i wantI’m gonna beOlderFinally
3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boatsAnd the light in the morningAnd the humidity of the meetingAnd a vague feeling aboutThe reason of a so long journeyTo smile to whom i want



























I’m gonna beOlder






Finally

How could I find the hollow through the water?How to find the path?Walking on through the buried flowerAnd the grass ?We can’t see the ground.
How to see, to cross the stream ?The border disappearHow to see the river in the liquid blur ?All the features are erased.
Let’s through there some paperboatTo mark out the wayLet’s mark contour in our reportWith always opened eyesWe can’t see the ground.
Let’s walk in this desert of dropsTo mark out the wayLet us create our own view and test sunglowAll the line are released

Was there a boy, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight
Was there a girl, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight
Wandering boy, or girl, or boy and girlAnyway

No,


not there and not hidden,Foxtake your responsibilitiesI can see youI do, scatter youIt is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t thinkAnd cover your mouth, but show your eyesI have to see where your’ looking atGo on TV the
boredom is there to listen to youHow many
we have lost, won, received share, to takeShow you on the webHow many evictions this year ?
How many flights ?
How many expulsion today ?How many expulsions this year?