A memory is more precious,
Than a moment of happiness,
Than a bird on the window,
Than a love song,
We repeat in the shining sun.
Marylin lived, princess,
On the banks of the Garonne,
The angels welcomed her.
The dawns of Sevastopol,
Shine in the memory,
Like ivory cats,
A memory is more precious
Than a moment of happiness. *
* inspired by a tombstone.
At first sight, I miss God,
When I think of my father,
Of the primroses in bloom,
When I feed the blinding sun,
Drying up, all the rivers.
I miss God,
When I don’t understand
The purity of the azure,
When I repeat words
In a foreign language,
I miss God,
When I go to Cavale Blanche Hospital,
That I hear screams,
Of suffering persons
Or mad of love?
I miss God
When I write poems,
That no one says,
For friends, or fairies,
In bombed churches
I miss God,
When I walked in Bordeaux,
Without knowing you,
Without being able to count on him,
On the merry ghosts,
I miss God
When I see the bee again
Wasting time on the flower,
When I forget Sevastopol,
Marilyne, and Bernadette.
At first sight, I miss God,
When I leave Tuscany,
When I ask Eluard, Picasso,
Or see the swallows in a hurry
Run away from my country.
Arizona's part of Ukraine
The home of Senator McCain
He'd gladly start shootin'
At Vladimir Putin
Since this terrain's in his domain
Author's note: Senator McCain and Cindy have a vacation house and natural gas pipeline interests in Crimea, but now they are banned from there.
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