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Because it was too scary,

I had to run away quickly,
Because it was too crazy,
That pain put me on my knees.

I never should have come back,
That place was kept in the dark,
Because sweetness is my lack…
I kept on waiting for the spark.

In the night of my desires,
Found a way to get higher,
But when this love expires,
I’m scorched on the barbed wire.

Between a dream and a nightmare,
Keep walking but my feet are bare,
I should wake up, start to care…
Stars show such a different flare !

May, the 17th (01:45)

Son of May









Freedom of speech, wherever you’re oppressed !

Freedom of speech, Whenever you feel the threat

Of your basic rights, of your dignity !

Whenever you feel like screaming,

Raise your voice for your hurting,

Don’t let go of what you’re dreaming…

Exile in another country,

Don’t be afraid to tell the truth,

All that’s unbearable to you !

When pressure is heavy too,

Your fight, you have to renew…

All these intimidations,

And these men spying on you,

They twist your intuition,

You need to stand back, for you.

They want to fool the people

With disinformation,

When the truth is plain and simple,

You know what you have to do !

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May, the 8th

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The work of an artist



What is the work of an artist ?

Tell me, does it mean anything ?

When nobody is listening,

When will he get some self-esteem ?


Sometimes he struggles for his life,

And when it’s the year of the knife,

He turns away and, gone in smoke,

He remembers last words he spoke…


Then he comes back to his homeland,

He begs for her to hold his hand,

Then she plays his favourite tune,

How would he guess that death in June ?


So when it seems to end too soon,

It’s time for a new man to come

To life after all the hurting

He has endured without speaking…


Too long since he has been lonesome,

So he forgets where he’s come from,

And wonders when he will return

To his own island in the sun…


What is the work of an artist,

Lost in the loops of the river,

Because he is no scientist,

When he doesn’t get an answer ?


Antoine Burgos

April, the 27th (23:37)



Song for Xavier








Photo by Leo Mereilles


Xavier has been waiting forever
For his love to return,
Now he’s feeling more alive than ever
In the fever of his letter !
Xavier has never been sure
That his true love was pure,
As they were torn asunder,
They had to bear that thunder !

Will they ever come together ?
Their doubts are dressed in leather,
As they lay naked and apart,
Each one playing his part….

Antoine Lenient

March, the 31st.


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