Extrait de mon livre"Rouge et blanc"

One day…
We’ll be ashamed
to make a dancing step
To whistle a song
even to ask for help

Someday…
We’ll be ashamed
to tell a story
with sorrows and worries
about a weird present
not even a lost glory

This day…
when masterpieces are doomed to the last
and books are burn to dust
and all our prayors
are mixed with the seven sins

Such a day…
Not so far away…
Every breeze of freedom
is felt so wrong
because of the dark shadows
who seem to be strong