Sitting on a stone revetment, the swallows wait ... This granite is wet, some traces of the gel
Who is true, this winter has so numb
Reinforcing our desire to stay in our beds!
My rash is to treat my brain necrosis
Who has believed in miracles and heard the call of a sparrow
gutter, a sparrow while riquiqui
Who once-crack of pussy, sang beside the nest. Sleep disturbance
my sensory organs,
I thought of winter, we left the tunnel.
Without wasting a second, put on my clothes,
sat on the wall to watch my friends.
error of appreciation, a small venial sin
Who made me believe so soon, a virtual spring!
What do you cursed piaf, you laugh with my spite?
Ah, but beware, count your giblets!
Is it still there to mock that, on the edge of a fountain
wet oozing thaw,
I see you jumping, throwing squeaks?
Would you comfort me and tell me thank you
To have you all winter, given as "antifreeze"
Meatballs seeds and natural fat?
You are not migratory, therefore, you are not party
Search softness leaving my house.
In these distant lands where life looks beautiful,
Where we hide poverty by opening an umbrella,
Where the eternal summer, is as a dream here.
But where people are dying of hunger! Strange paradise.
funny little sparrow plumage rainbow sky
you kidding me like Punchinello.
is you who deceived me, who played the villain!
Pardon? What do you want? What is that chirping?
you dance, you nod continuously.
Would you inadvertently abused mead?
You make even the clown pushing your chirp.
And despite my mood, I smile because you win!
March 2010
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