This virtual spring flows freelyThrough the meanders of the thoughtThe
Another I is deadAnother I is born from somewhereI'm looking
It speaks and grows withinIt teaches and gives different viewsOpening
In the rush of modern times, a new divinityIs whispering
All these years of false smilesAll these years of silenceSeven
A la lumire des usinesC'est le dclin qui se dessineMesure
A new plant takes birth in vitroIn this clinic, greenhouse
Infinity lying in it's own ethereal beautyUniverses defying the passage
I can feel what you feel and hear all these
Scared to death at this new dawnYou have to endure
Even the dead are more alive than meI'm no human
Flashing pictures and loud soundsScreaming news through the screensMoving throug
These days, I tried, I tried, I triedBut life kept
At dusk shall start this sensual ceremonyTwo shapes melt in
A well traced pathA simple and straight wayA permanent happiness,
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