handshade

i don't wanna ask for a savior,
i don't intend to look like a frustrated drowning person;
handshade with me
with shadows
and lights
...
let me live my dreams.

hush!

to my homeland and its brave people:
you are the sweetness of a dream
in the worst nightmare
of
the longest night.

define the dark,
maybe it's too much light
that has dazzled my
eyes.
...
it's the third night now that
i have
deprived myself,
although i lullaby me
for falling into vallies
of sleep.

...

à Ganji:
moi, je ne panse qu'à toi;
et toi,
tu es comme q'qn qui n'existe que dans les reves.
tu vas sourvivre, je sais...
parceque...
je n'aime pas les cauche-mars.
...............
to me:
forbidden thoughts
where living is not forbidden
is
a big lie to myself.

hiding thoughts
when breathing is forbidden
grows like a tree.

i pity those years
that went by
while building empty hopes.

and now
i've grown out of
having any dreams!