8.Olv 26
Depuis le temps que c'est promis
Nous irons tous au paradis-
C'est un appel sourd une promesse
Aveuglante qui noie la conscience;
Ce paradis me pe, son poids
Incommensurable abruti;
Ancr dans des strates profondes,
Une pulsion des plus aliantes;
Telle une fausse libation,
Un at de pure dendance;
Le paradis est derrie moi
Dans le ventre de ma maman-
Unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,
L'imaginaire is our worse enemy,
The paradise, what an idea !
A guardian still on duty.
Olv 26
Before the promised times
We were always in paradise
It's a name given to one promise
(.....)who kills conscience
The paradise i think of, its weight
Incomprehensibly abrupt
(....) in these profound layers
(....) a false liberation
A state of pure dependence
The paradise is behind me
In the center of my mother-
Unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,
L'imaginaire is our worse enemy,
The paradise, what an idea !
A guardian still on duty.
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