The Sleeping People
Describes the human condition in the universe and in today's society
The enchanting night among the flocks of birds
What voice sings its name sweetly in the sky?
Wake up! No shadows, no fate.
A moon singing or moaning in the haze, recalling you.
A sky pierced by light and cut by the axe
Raining gold, without stars, with blood gliding over a body
A kind of revelation sent by fate beckons
Always the creatures sleeping under the flourishing sky.
Wake up! It is the world, it is its music. Please listen.
The earth is flying alertly, intoxicated with colors, desires that
Naked, unclothed, radiant, the
The priestess of the god of wine in the air reveals her beautiful heart, the
Blue veins, plump and glittering.
Look! Do you not see a charming thigh advancing!
A triumphant figure, a dress covered with stars
Slapping the blue, wet wind of the planet
Squeaking with renewed flight?
Do you hear a call in the night? Ah, sleeping people
Are all deaf to the psalm of praise? Raise the sweet cup of wine.
Ah, dear stars, the wine of heaven, will you
My lips will suck you forever, my throat
Burn with your wisdom, my eyes shine with tenderness.
Ah, the sleeping ones, the dead ones, the finished ones.
The whole night shines on Me, and illuminates your dreams. All madness to me, and all your glittering lace!
But, no, you are deadly silent, like the moon of the rock.
On earth, silent, without a graveyard.
Tents, feathers, and moonlit nights
Carry you, unburied ones, through the air.
About the Creator
Lazare Hurst
I sympathize with all those who do not want to go to bed. I sympathize with all those who want a bright light at night.
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