it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound
...
the clown with red nose
the clown with green ears
the clown with yellow cheeks
the clown with webbed feet
...
She said severely:
“God have said: the soup must be warm! ”
It was a Gazpacho, a cold soup to a warm evening.
I have mixed tomatos, cucumbers,
...
we are not porcupines
said the dummy rabbit
we are not porcupines
said the dummy dog
...
It is not a paradise
although the sing of birds
It is not the Hell
although the song of birds
...
Why the clowns are dirty?
Why the clowns are sad?
Why the clowns are bad?
Why the clowns are ferocious?
...
The Sing Of Song
it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound
a song in our eyes
a song in our ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
We are singing the song
without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always
a song in a single colour
that we don't see
many colours
much colours
unknown colours
this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song of one very old woman
Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes