Poésie sur Nandrin.

Every day as Heaven
Moves further and further away
Familiar words we used to say
Seem impossible to say


S L E E P E R   I N   M E T R O P O L I S

As a sleeper in Metropolis
You are insignificance
Dreams become entangled in the system
Environment moves over the sleeper
Conditioned air
Conditions sedated breathing
The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh


Soft and warm
But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night
Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams
We fight our insignificance
The harder we fight, the higher the wall
Outside the cancerous city spreads like an illness
It's symptoms in cars that cruise to inevitable destinations



Tailed by the silent spotlights of society created paranoia
No alternative could grow where love cannot take root
No shadows will replace the warmth of your contact
Love is dead in Metropolis
All contact through glove or partition
What a waste
The City
A wasting disease



Madame Anne Clark le samedi 12 août 2006 au Nandrin Festival. Première rencontre sur scène et j'espére la première d'une longue série.



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