NAME AND SUN
My name is a small shadow
He stays along
A half broken wall
The holes are stars
My name is a little iced
But he is a stone
Thrown away
To the beats of eternity
But he is in love
With the sun
Each time that he meets him
Early
On the morning
Or
On the evening
He gathers the flowers
Of the life
During the nights
He brings several flowers
And tries
To make others names
Than the well-known
Then he is – in one’s turn –
Glittering
In the holes of the present
Then he touches the love
And – so – he breaks
A little more the wall
Every flower
That he keeps with him
Is day fully enlightening
Amongst his shadow
Is he really looking
For my ecstasy
At any rate
He is not falling down
And – standing up –
He calls me
In order to
Make
A little less
Shadow
And – each time –
I keep more memory !
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