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Neither ear each other voices?

dans ce monde caché

entre nuages noires

chargées de mots bannales

en sortant par les fenétres

des coeurs denudés

de toutes les emotions.

Always asking; "Is it me?"

or is it you, or who else

might we play the game

might we ignore the ignoble

might we dance with the moon

might we cry for our dead bodies

might we fly up to the sky

might we kill every nasty brain

might we kiss the sun

or might we be only.

Above the bay was the moon
higher we felt the universe
and much higher the infinite
above all the nasty brain.

Open your wings

offer yourself to fly

often touch the sky

think the craziest things

don't give up and try

not flying is to die

buy yourself the springs

never question why

all answers will apply

open yourself to winds

keep your mind dry

and wings like a butterfly.