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The forgotten dream

Forgotten, as if you've never been.
Like a bird with broken wings, forgotten.
Like a deserted temple.
Like a passing love.
Like a weeping rose in the darkness of the night, forgotten...

And now, as you wake up,
you remember the swan lake you saw in your dream.
Did you see that swan dancing?
Did you hear it scream?
Did you see it spread its wings?
Did you believe for just one second it could fly?
Did you only notice the curse that is stuck behind?..

So you think you saw a phoenix..
Did it call your name from above?
You think you saw the dawn..
Did it rise between the fingers of the one you love?
Did you touch the dream with your own two hands?
Or did you just let the dream dream on its own...
Did you just let the dream dream alone?
The dream dreams alone.. alone it stands...

That's not the way dreamers act.
Dreamers keep on living in their dreams; that's a fact.
Tell me how you were living in your dream;
I'll tell you who you are..
How would you react?

Now that you're awake,
you recall and wonder...
Did you believe that dreamt emotions are fake?
Did you forget the life you lived in your slumber?
Do you miss the dream that you forsake?
If you do, then just close your eyes and remember
that, once upon a dream, there was a swan lake...

I'm on my way following someone.
Drawing my dreams with the words he scatters on my story.
He's lighting the way to the next dream giver that will come.
And the story is going on.
The story never ends.
The dream is never done.
A trace of you remains. Like
finger prints were draft of a poem left undone.

're forgotten as if you've never Been a haunting presence
betweeen the Lines. Forgotten
, if you've never cam. Forgotten
as if you've never gone ...

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Abbey Léhon October 23, 2010

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Friends of the organ we receive, as part of the afternoon All Saints, tomorrow Sunday, October 24th for a concert at 4:00 p.m. in the chapel of St. Francis Xavier Church Saints. The entrance is through the street Toullier.

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Enterrement d'une langue

That whole story. It was not much, admittedly, but it was not anything either, I agree .. I swallowed, in a moment of extreme simplicity and weighting your tongue! .. Now you talk to your ear. That which I greedily licked yesterday. It is no more bad ... But what are you complaining about? You balk because the other morning, I swallowed, in a movement of more unimportant, your right arm, saying "hello"? .. How does it, I devoured the armpit? And then? This is not a big loss the armpit! What If .. You'll write your leg with the middle now? Of course, what a question ... Perfect! I will take to suck all your ink! Pardon? It's already done? I have exhausted all liquids in your body, you say ...
Now, you accuse me of having emptied your ink, cut electricity in the central city and stashed your shoes? " Bah, you can always come barefoot. No it na not bother me. No I did not mean ... Stop crying a bit your tongue, will you! You absorb excellently without my kisses her. I promise! ... How? You do not want my body that I cover this white powder? What white powder? Ah! You do not need sugar now that you have no language. But this ... Okay, I am silent ... You do not say anything? Huh? Your ear falls fatigue. Aha. No I still do not understand ... We rang the doorbell, you wait for someone ...? No, stay! I will open ... These are your friends. It comes to you and offer condolences, sincerely petty for the death of your tongue ... I'm in? ...