Bonjour à tous, cela fait un moment que je n'ai pas partagé de texte avec vous. Je reviens donc avec ce poème en anglais, espérant qu'il vous plaise :
I wish I could leave for new horizons. Walk till the sun sets on my bare skin. See better places I could fit in. Do I need a reason?
Just want to get away as far as possible.
Actually I want to find my home.
Something I can call my own.
But where to go? That I don’t know
Seems like I cannot make up my mind.
Nothing good can be found.
Lost my marks when losing you
Lost tracks that led to happiness.
I wish I knew
Now I feel I’m less
Of the man I used to be.
But I’ve no regret. I can’t.
Those words I put them down.
Can’t say anything;
For my tongue would itch like a thousand ants.
I know that all we get is ephemeral.
We live, we die, and lose it all.
Too much to say, too much to think about.
Need to be shown the route.
Sins made me turn.
I think I’m not on the right path.
Been to far and the sun burns
And I can feel the silhouette in the dark.
The voice that laughs.
I see blurred figures, reaching hands.
So I try to reach mine out.
To touch. What do I feel?
Maybe it’s hope.
The light in the blackness
it seems so real.
But I hardly trust.
Life is so deceiving.
I wanted you to know
So I write.
It’s like crying.
The pain, the joy.
Anything that keeps me alive.
And I’m still walking.
Now the sun boils.
Farewell and keep it live
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CnsLancelot pour vous servir

Jouant des mots comme on manie l'épée
Moi, Lancelot fait chanter proses et versets
A bras ouverts, ou embrassées
J'accueille les rimes que sur le papier j'ai posées
Et au son du vent d'automne
Soufflant par la fenêtre ses accords monotones
Je dévoile à travers ma poésie
Tout l'état de mon être

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