Suddenly, I look like wild,
A winter sorrow appears,
My tears seem verses,
I look for your glance.
Hear the echo! Listen to the love !
Murmur a prayer ! Hum a sound !
Awaken your heart ! Share your humor !
Remember your most beautiful song.
I admire the colour of the money,
I give nothing to people,
Happy, I feel tired,
I sleep on a good mattress,
I do not take charge of the others,
I say to you in Yours.
In the name of the outcasts,
Suddenly, I hold out my wounded hand,
Yes, I look for crumbs,
Secretly, I feel offended,
Finally, I lick plates,
Then, I take my coverage,
I dream about another future.
I hate the time, I invade the space,
I kill animals, I cut flowers,
I destroy forests, I cut trees,
I make dirty the desert, I pollute the air, the water,
I set on fire forests, I kill the life,
No scruple invades me.
A heart in chocolate melts in its palace,
Fur in measure, it forgets its misfortune,
This small chocolate enlivens it of happiness,
Finally, she thinks of a pretty ballet.
I hang on to the blue of your eyes,
Suddenly, I run towards the sky,
I cannot offer you my jar of honey,
Yes, for a kiss, I lied to God.
What did you make of your twenty years ?
Are you on a stiff hillside ?
What did you make of your forty years ?
Did you become an ugly woman ?
Mimosa inhales a smell of nectarine,
Rose remembers her sheets mandarin,
Lila possesses her lipstick coconut,
Her body wraps itself with a milk of apricot.
A motorist rises on the pavement,
He laughs himself at evening pedestrians,
Of a cheerful air, he buys to himself his drug,
In the coffee, he teasing us.
See all these people in the street !
Who fight for the survival,
See all these people in the bustle !
Who imagine themselves a sweet life.
Stop Sirs, be respectful,
The women are not opened "thighs",
Stop Sirs, be virtuous,
The women are not house plants.
As a mistress, I am unchained,
For a man, I faint,
As a lover, I am chained,
For a woman, I bloom.
In the subway, he lights a cigarette,
Against this society, I am angry,
I am tired of this pain !
Drowning in a huge mess,
I am tired of this assistance !
He sits in front of a poster,
He pretends to look at the card,
At the same time, he admires a beautiful shopgirl.
Planes kill ants,
Poor subdued peoples,
Countries launch their army,
Poor disarmed people
Impassive, I absorb your images of violence,
With envy, you pull me in your lies,
Let me leave in my eternal dream,
It is finished, I want to savor my life in your absenc
I have would sneeze of this poison !
He feeds in the ignorance,
I have would sneeze it disastrous finch !
It names the intolerance.
This morning, they do not say hello to me,
Bit by bit, they disdain the evening laughter,
They are avaricious of their smile, this day,
Patiently, I wait their small good evening.
If you are sad my Coco,
Listen to an air of Disco,
Disguise you as a Punk,
Let off stream you in the Funk.
We are bipeds,
Impertinent motorists !
Annoy to drive in city !
In your speed, be slow !
Respect the life of families,
We are not quadruped.
Your Lord will not come to fish up you !
Every day, you can pray in your picket,
Your Rescuer, dropped you, my old man !
You are condemned to live in the sin.
Every day, I am crunched by a kid,
I am in the mouth of a man,
Yes, I am a big apple,
Henceforth, I refuse this feminine name.
I am a kind cow !
I do not want any more of this tie,
That we leave me my lamb's lettuce !
That I shall sample in my hiding place.
Everywhere, I touch my mobile,
In the subway, it is my company,
Slowly, I put down it on my table,
It is present as an old friend.
In the water, I swim as an octopus,
On the snow, I go downhill as a hare,
In the rugby, I turn darker as a bull,
Beyond the sky, I fly as a bird.
The curtain gets up in front of us,
The scene deceives with You,
I put my smile on You,
Molière upset my I.
I do not want to penetrate any more into the imagination of the directors,
I am tired to see, always, the same actors,
The public is manipulated by images of horror,
Thirsting for dreams, it gets lost in his pain.
An unknown escapes in novels,
An unknown person wastes comic strips,
They admire their charming heroes,
Happy, they are fascinated readers.
It is as a ghost,
Having blinded by life you are employed,
It is a taboo in your thoughts,
Slowly it dominates you as a cupola.
Stop, ladies to criticize us !
We are not all hangmen !
With you, we want to be happy !
We like, for ever, to love you !
Child, person sees you,
Youthful nobody searches you,
Benjamin nobody believes you,
Teenager nobody speaks you.
I live in the complex world,
For some everything is easy !
Facing wrong I remain perplexed !
For others everything is difficult !
Having torn by the breath of the wind, you drown,
Having destroyed by fire you blaze,
Having welded by towers you collapse,
Alone faced with carnivoras you suffer.
With difficulty the summer hurt you,
According to your wish the autumn left you,
This morning the winter loved you,
But, the spring did not want you any more.
IN THE NAME OF ART
My friend, you do not know Monet,
I do not like the sound of the currency,
My friend, you do not know Renoir,
I do not like black trait.
IN THE NAME OF THE SUN
Fireball, you awaken our joy,
Easy, we admire your landscapes,
Fireball, you cosset our laziness,
Clandestinely, you issue us a message.
I pick up a dice on the sidewalk,
I observe it, across, a mirror,
I throw it in every direction,
Suddenly, I remember of our dance.
IN THE NAME OF VIOLENCE
X are in search of understanding,
Y, it is the world of incomprehension.
IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE
Red code and its punishments,
Insolent person, the culprit is honoured,
Black dresses full of polarity,
Traumatized, the victim, is dishonored.
IN THE NAME OF ROBOT
I come from China,
In the course of days, I appreciate the human beings,
I am a machine,
At the moment, I shake the hands.
IN THE NAME OF THE DRONE
Strange metallic insect,
Accepted by the geographers,
It is not a relic,
It is the "Saint" of the photographers.
IN THE NAME OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
They speak to us algorithms,
Wanting to replace our cerebrums,
They want to dominate their rhythms,
We are not veals.
IN THE NAME OF THE CONNECTED OBJECTS
These virtual helpers,
Are they trumps ?
They circulate everywhere,
Perhaps, a day, a duel !
IN THE NAME OF THE WORKERS
Nothing to say,
Everything is to repeat,
IN THE NAME OF THE KITCHEN
The boiled beef of kindness,
Reinforce joy, in winter,
Served lukewarm, amicable Apfelstrudel,
Some cookies, it is a culinary delight.
IN THE NAME OF THE ANCESTORS
These resistance fighters, more than one hundred,
Yesterday, they were unknown,
These millions of innocent,
Today, they are recognized.