19 Eylül 2008 Cuma

The sing of song

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

Jean Francois Le Goff

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