dimanche 7 décembre 2008


I am virgin land
Every stones finally turn to powder
And makes this land only curves…
Every footstep that did walked me yesterday,
Today by the wind,
Disappears to a new virginity…

I am virgin soil
Coz nothing has grow there
Which have been not dissolved back
To the rawer element.
And the rustles of other’s assaults
Always finish in wind’s murmurs…

I am virgin forest
That recycles every little dead grass
To another luxuriant tree,
And above my limb
Run little wild Will-o'-the-wisp
Ready to light the morning darkness.

I am virgin one
A decision,
A wandering wish
Of recovered innocence
An ultimate light point
That clarifies the dead line …

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