COLORS WATERCOLORS
When I think of my life, I see a big wave which is a time(weather), glorious arrogantly!
That of the youth, everything was permît, everything was written!
But this evening, it is the sea which I perceive, an ocean builds of tears!
And the wave is very far on the horizon.
Hardly visible, two decades passed, purified!
Thinned you leave on the other side of the picture(board), this destination who wait us for all!
I l perceive through the papers, the shady business(affairs), the flights(thefts) and the dishonesty are my lawyers(avocados), the judge, I do not believe in it any more for quite a long time!
Maybe that lives(lies) her(it) the problem?
Even if it has hardly importance …
And if I doubt, in spite of me, I resist the greed to sink!
I am not more than the shade(shadow) that of myself, who watch me leaving neglected …
My loves, my disappointments and memories(souvenirs) which seem to ask me; when the end goes such to arrive?
The question is noble, the answer is fuzzy, the head under the water, the world becomes inaudible, colors watercolors.
But, I feel(smell) another vital force, as the wings of a bird which persecute my back!
And if the sky became very dark, stars shine no more hope how such beauty can be vitriolé by so much despair?
Truth question, in the end(final), is how can you still drawn these words on page?
A bottle in the sea, I think …
It is attractive and it does not disturb!
So be it …
@H.NAUDET.MARGOT.2018
