The most beautiful Of dreams sense nothing As long as it is not the reinforcement Experience of individual It's not just fixed in the head Left for it
This unique garden the place Where sunlight and water transform Through interplay of opposites Life manifests, love surfaces Tended, cultivated Intricate
Keep on curbing My desire of deciding There was a time Having had a full taste Of the joys of freedom I'm not ready to let go of Having had a full taste
Sitting at the corner Of the heart of Paris Noting the relative Common lack of movement Where is the noise Confusion, bustle and hazard That one would
C'est un message, c'est un message C'est un message, c'est un message (Cet "ame pretera ses) C'est un message, c'est un message C'est un message, c'est
do not hate nor do I love Bourgeois people Who fool themselves They're so surprised That what they thought Was a key to their happiness was in fact not
Kneeling at the feet of the Highness Riveted by the weightlessness They will follow, my way, the way of love That wants to come to affection When the
I'm sad to see that you are sad I'm sad to see that you are sad But there's nothing to be sad about Really nothing to feel bad about There she was standing
Je n'ecris pas Je n'ecris pas Non je n'ecris pas Pour perdre mon temps On n'ecris pas Je perd mon temps
