THE VAGABOND
Now
Paris will always be foggy and grey
Please
somebody give me your hand, so I can go on
Paris
again fills me with sorrow, like it did all my life
Please
give me your hand, so I can go on.
Not
been back to Paris since my desertion and my attempt to be a man of the world.
"Bernard
come to 17 Pierre Demours street,
Make
it fast there is very little hope,
At
the last hour of his life he whispered your name
And
say: Where is Bernard? Where is he? "
Only
this message sent me back to the dreaded city.
The
city of the nightmares of my adolescence.
I
arrived in the pale morning and already Paris had a pasty ghostly complexion.
After
all these years of wandering and separation,
His scream
was tearing apart our silence
His
scream was breaking my heart, again.
Since my departure away of his beloved soul, I had hoped for news, but nothing, ever...
This
painful stone of my life, this now unknown to me
Was
calling the vagabond and needed his touch.
After
all these years of attempt to forget.
17
rue Pierre Demours, the little room at the end of a hallway
The
little room of our childhood engraved in my memory
Was
still there.
Sitting in a cold and white light
Three
men already dressed in black were waiting for me
I
did not ask any question, I said nothing
They
looked at me, I understood that I had arrived too late
Once
Again…
He
was already gone like before, again he had not waited for me.
I
came back for one night for the last travel and the last desire
Hoping
may be to be warmed by his smile,
But
he was already gone without a farewell or without an "I missed you".
In
the path of life, he will be unknown forever
I do
not want him swollen by the dirt of death But on a bed of roses forever…the roses of my memory. Roses I had wished to share with him all my life And now wilted and
wilted…
My brother, my brother
Paris
will now be even foggier and greyer
And
I cannot remember.
The Paris
sky will fill me with sorrow and despair forever.
Please
somebody give me your hand, so I can go on…
LOVE LOST
So many hours, so many days, so many long nights since you left
I
cannot even remember your departure.
You said: this time it’s the last travel, I promise
For
our suffering hearts it is the last falling, I promise
At
spring you will see I be back to you, I promise
And
you are not here! And you are not here!!!
Tell
me, try to tell me when you will be back
It
is now spring
And…
Spring
is so beautiful to talk about love!
Let’s
look again at the flowers in gardens and laugh and may be smile
Or wander
together in the streets of an unknown city, wondering.
But you are not here
Do you only know that life cannot be postponed?
And
Lost
time does not come back and becomes smoke or shadow?
Spring
is gone for a long time,
Even
the dead leaves of autumn are melted
And the
fireplace of winter is now quiet
Without
you here, without you because gone.
I am wondering about you and trembling and feeling empty
I
look for you in every room, in every corner, in every ghost
And
I find only the image of your memory.
And
I hurt for love and I hurt for you.
Tell me when you will be back
Lost
time does not come back and becomes smoke.
Even if I still love you, even if I love only you
Even
if I love you with love
I do
not understand your absence
So tell
me the why or the why …
And
I will build of you the only memory of my youth
My
most beautiful one, my most tender one.
I will go on with my wandering to try to find another sun to warm myself
I am
not the kind of man to die of sorrow
I do
not have the virtue of the crucified souls
But tell me when you will be back
THERE
IS NO HAPPY LOVE
Nothing is ever given to mankind, neither his strength nor his weakness or
his love And
when he believes he is opening his arms to love He
has the shadow of a cross or the fantasy of opening arms.
When he believes he is holding
happiness, he is crushing love Life is a strange and painful divorce…
There is only unhappy love
My beautiful love, my dear love, my wound, I carry you in me like an absent soul, they look at us wandering Without knowing our hurt and our disarray They repeat after me the words I have braded There is only unhappy love.
Time to learn how to live, it is already too late In the night our hearts cry together for a song For the regrets and the sobbing of an unfinished poem.
There is only unhappy love
There is no love without pain
There is no love without cry
There is no love without emptiness There is only unhappy love
CRAZY LOVE
To love until losing your mind To love with no restraint To have one as a last horizon To know seasons only when you depart
Hunger exhaustion and cold and All miseries of the world
I survive it because of my love for you
I love to extinction
I love until despair
My love is a unending dream and even a unending nightmare
Where are You? Where are You?
If I only knew You,
I would love You and Cherish You and have You part of me Like a unending song of hopes and pleasure Like the non-told story of the world
Is there a crazy Love that’s is not crazy?
Now what will I do with all that time that will be my life With all these people who are for me nobody since you are gone.
Tonight my son my little boy my child my love it is raining out In our home you look like her so much.
We are together and we going to play together ...
We together, you and me ...
Alone.
Tonight she is not coming back…Why? I do not know, I don’t know anymore. She will write tomorrow, maybe we will have a letter It is raining on the garden… I am going to make a fire I have no sorrow since we are together
Alone
Wait, do not cry, I know tales and stories Once upon a time…It is raining in my memory… I can’t remember…
No, don’t cry, wait! I know tales and stories Stories of people who love each other
Tales of people who love each other
Do not go, do not leave me …. Alone
I don’t know anymore how to light a fire, my child, my friend But we are here together in this too big room,
Alone
Tonight she will not be here, I don’t know,
I don’t know anymore...
I don’t like winter alone, the fire is gone
There is nothing to do, except for you and me to play
Alone
Wait… Do not cry…I know stories… Once upon a time… I cannot remember,,,I have no memory left.
No… Don’t cry…I know stories… Once upon a time….But it is a little late tonight Do you want a story about people who loved each other?
Listen…She’s not here anymore…Don’t cry...
We can play at war and you will fall asleep… I cannot do anything anymore…You look like her so much!
Sleep my son, sleep in my arms You’re not alone… Soon I be back for you, and I will ….
You’re not alone.
