A powerful text by Andre Chenet

I have no country left

The land where I live

is covered in asphalt

made of glass steel and concrete

Where the dream seeks a way out

into the dust and the noise

My sweet tongue my frank tongue

who could translate the rebel accents

I carry a devastated sky on my shoulders

the skeleton of the moon cracks me up

a river crosses me loaded with despair

I've seen so many friends die

On the banks of this life where Jadis

Approach the ships of imagination

A poem wouldn't heal my pain

I lack the strength of words to express the lost beauty

From now on no compass or compass

I'm moving forward with a broken heart between the stems of a perverted world

My love sinks in the brown vase of silence

while in the chic neighborhoods they give out charity balls

I write with the ink of my blood the dead star

whose light always shines the child waiting for me

I have no country left

if not a heavenly body

open to all green winds of insomnia.

And more calendar to highlight the days.

André Chenet

All reactions:

8Sonali Dalal, Sem Xtz and 6 others

2

Share