Gentle Bitterness
Gentle Bitterness
On this strike of my dreams
Lying down, when the sun goes down,
When you can no longer hear the chickadee,
Therefore, in your heart, I plunge back
On the rhythm of the waves
My soul follows blindly
Your crazy moose reduced to pieces
By your soft and fluffy passion
On the empty and deserted shore
The specter of my loss is dying
In the hollow of an inert shell
The foam! A seagull's delight!
The blue star mocks me from above
In a flash, he sends me the herald
Sealing my beautiful feelings
My heart! Receptacle of evils