SOFT VIOLIN
How will I know why the middle of the evening mist
I felt on my shoulders drag your gaze soft
Sometimes successful, sometimes pushy, always constant
I thought for a moment you perceive a possible momentum
Without ever turning back I knew this
Peering probably bodes before you decide
It seemed vain, however, welcome this new hope
So deep inside I felt too hesitant
Then my feet in water , absorbing waves
me I turned my heart towards my design first, from
I had this insane desire to departure without return Towards
I do not know what port calmer down here I was tired of
a bland existence or love eluded me 
Instead of loving me I really be hungry They exhausted me their heavy and insipid desires I was picking a daisy and pluck
Not even the fiery breath of a poem to beautify the gesture
Living with elsewhere without suffering from breathing the heavy air
Living like stone still and silent in the midst of current
Belonging to dark mystery elements insensitive
Being here and here, here and here, like a vapor that escapes at sunset
And then the song arose, whispered at first, then more clear and vibrant
A crystalline voice, a wind brushing against the strings of a violin tender
Maybe it was not so pure, but that's what my perceived
For my soul had already closed gills deaf to the sounds of the world
A male voice, that of a diviner who read the folds of my heart disorders
lines of my destiny to swallow broken wings
A soothing words and singing my pain, a song echoes my suffering
Only sensitive and could be true and strings to vibrate my home.
This song was for me, making its harmonics
hermetic silence I listened, and let me enter these tones so deep and serious!
Yves Doe Pastel
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