Evidence

A very little boy
hair color of corn
sitting at the edge of a lake
a very little boy
lost as the death
which plays with the bird
with the dragonfly
sitting at the edge of a lake which tries to smile
and which thinks of his father
hair color of corn
the end of the feets in the water
which calls his father
and looks at the sky
and looks at the death
which far carried that one that he calls
that which is not there
and will be never again there.

Then the very little boy
feels all the weight of the loneliness
which crushes and pushes her in the lake
and the lake calls his and opens large its arms
he would have been thrown there
he would have drowned there
but here he is disturbed by all his comrades
those which have dads
of the houses of the cars
of the moms

and television and the dog and the cat
the smile of a father
and love of a mother.

And under the fair hair the storm
a large storm larger rises than the child
a strange music
an impression of dead an impression of vacuum.

A very little boy
sitting at the edge of a lake
dissimulates his tears
and he starts to fear
that it could appear
so much he feels so strong sound heart which invades
and his blood which bubbles, and slips by in his veins.

But no
they left, and he believed them there.
There is nobody on the left
There is nobody on the right
nobody behind in front of nor above
if not the dragonflies
the fish, the birds
nobody
says the very little boy
hair color of corns
the end of the feets in water
sitting at the edge of the lake.


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(Traduction anglaise de Patricia M.)

Clic:

http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=3P-Ut8JFiow&feature=related