O R P H F E O

Ô toi qui sais des langues à mélanger dans l'air
Rondes comme un O, et fières comme un R
Paternelles, attendries, pacifiques sans guerres
Humaines, hymne sans haine, humbles langues de terre
Féminines, fécondes, forêts aux faîtes-verre
Éternelles, épuisées, comme un pape éphémère
Océans aux cent sons, ou silence des mers
Dialogue des passions, monologue des pierres
Yin assourdi du cours de la langue rivière
S'écoulant dans les sauts sinueux nœuds de nerfs
Serpent qui se réveille à la langue de fer
Et siffle dans le froid des syllabes d'hiver
Et souffle dans le Feu la Vie Yang et le Vers...

New begining again ! (long will's punch up to the sky to reach the lunatic planet of dreams and fantasy...)

Lux not luxe my dear lady... cause I speak from the end of night and I need lux from a latin verb, not luxe from our lack of trip...

It is so far from Jesus now... he cut down line and we fall in dawn... and wine has nothing yet sacred...

Could you hear me ? I speak from so far : I sing from the moon and the moon is moaning, suffering the pain of an ending night...

BUT, I chose a new satellit for you my earth (I want to say my heart but I can't) : this satellit is called dragonfly ant it can fly because it owns wings of will (as all of us do but haven't realized yet...)

A dragonfly is something sacred cause it owns wings of will. We all own wings of will but didn't realized...

I have to leave you traveller, cause my trip is looking for hope (and then it sounds like trip-hop), and hope never grows in a dirty screen...

Hope is growing from the conscience of universal freedom in the eyes of those people who sailed to the moon on the dragonflie's back and awoke on a rainbow with remembrance of the hardness of wearing a white dress on the large trapped hall of the blue blue life...

See you space sailer, Hope and Will to reach Love everymind...