Point d'entrée
Entrechats
castor : le houblon ne fait qu'un avec la nature zakath-nath : Bagdad Café
parmakoma : Prix d’État de la traduction
ultraball : Coupe du Monde 2169 d'ultraball : Coup d'envoi et présentation des équipes
campanita : Doctor Who : Ncuti Gatwa Era
bangg : crève charogne
hlepage1 : Jardiner avec la Lune en 2025
art-orange-2012 : Val me manque
noals : mécanique de la causalité
tgtg : Suite de Puzzlavie (2)
\\ Would we ever be ready?
Le sous-titre : timeless question
He never stopped when I falled off. He kept drawing me by the strings, My head was hurt bouncing on hard things, But he never stopped when i was lying down. He did not stop while I was inconscious. Some branches crossed were soft enough And some others had me bleeding, And somehow no one had stopped me. And I tried to pull the ropes to me, I awoke, stood up and ran along But i was too weak on my feet. And I tried to break the ropes and leave, Then even tried to change his path To at least some green and peaceful field. And it was a long time, before I get to realize How much we all were bound together. It was time that I realized, It was time that I realized, It was time that I realized, He was Time And I wasn't ready. Would we ever be ready? |
Entré par Bibasse, le Mardi 24 Janvier 2006, 00:07 dans la rubrique "Poëmes catalogués".
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