I watched you suffer a dull aching pain

 

Childhood living is easy to do
The things that you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you’ve decided to show me the same
No sweeping exit or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away
I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we’ll die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day

“La seule signature au bas de la vie blanche, c’est la poésie qui la dessine.” René CHAR

Felix ESTEBAN

Photographer Luis Maldonado poses for a portrait with his old wooden box camera as he waits for clients who want their portrait taken at a fair in Santiago, Chile. « I know that you have to eat and live. But if it were up to me, I’d only be doing box photos. It’s what fills me up, » he said. « I’d be empty without the box. » (Esteban Felix/Associated Press)

Soyons respectueux devant le possible, dont nul ne sait la limite

La poésie est propre au poète. Soyons respectueux devant le possible, dont nul ne sait la limite, soyons attentifs et sérieux devant l’extra- humain, d’où nous sortons et qui nous attend : mais ne diminuons point les grands travailleurs terrestres par des hypothèses de collaborations mystérieuses qui ne sont point nécessaires, laissons au cerveau ce qui est au cerveau, et constatons que l’oeuvre des génies est du surhumain sortant de l’humain.

Victor HUGO dans son William SHAKESPEARE édité en 1854 .