"Hey ho! Already three months that you have written anything!
Think you leave the bench and then your bed!
Do you know about your blog you have some friends
Who would, hopefully, share your writings?
- Who's "ki" is causing this? A ghost in livery
Or more simply awoke my conscience?
I hardly worked this summer, I admit
And I do not know why I stayed silent.
Am I suffered the spleen of the tormented poet
Watching, stupefied, his pen to dry out?
- Do not talk nonsense, stop this nonsense
Or your head will become a big pot of gelly!
Tape on your keyboard, click your mouse
Put yourself to the task, the holidays are over!
- No, but little voice, you annoy me nose.
was a metaphor, I think you know!
I write what I want, freely
While blackness disturb my thoughts.
- Ah! I think not! Here you go again:
You want us to believe that you are worried,
Fears about the future, a future prohibited.
What our society, playing our asphyxia
Makes the creation, too, ran away!
- Is that inspiration can also fly,
Like the swallows, once last summer?
is true that the cursor blinks constantly,
top of the blank page, starting to get tired.
It is time to get started, stop pondering,
To believe that my stories have no interest. In this
unruly world where some live land
Locked in their bubble, feeling abroad
Even their neighbors, even refusing to love
We owe it to everyone, try to bring
A little good mood or a discreet smile.
And even if my lyrics sometimes seem light
They have only one merit, simply exist.
So too bad for you, but I'll keep trying to lay
texts verse
Who will, I hope, please you, amaze you, and then move
You sometimes make you groan.
As for the small voice, she goes into hiding
Until next time, if I dragged their feet
To give you a word. Because you never know ....
September 2010
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