Prisonnier des champs de groseilles by Kloubtz, literature
Literature
Prisonnier des champs de groseilles
Prisonnier des groseillers les groseilles sont des goussets, pleins d'oseille qui se balancent dans les champs comme les portefeuilles du printemps il faut rendre l'argent et s'évader Se noyer dans un verre d'eau dans un verre d'huile écoper toute la mer, et tout baigne dans l'huile Colchique en Cochinchine cochenille, draps de soie avec le consentement du Lieutenant Quand une chenille se foule la cheville la route de la soie se défile, cela va de soi J'ai travaillé d'arrache-pied, alors je me suis foulé le tendon d'Achille Kloubtz
I love him and I need him very much
And my life would be empty if he were gone
What would I do if that happened?
I'd be all alone, with no place to go
I'd be on my own, with no love in my life
And I would cry all night long!
I've realized how much he means to me
And I'll always hold on to the love that we have
We share a bond that is everlasting
And can never be broken
By any force in the universe
We will always be together - forever!
When I'm with him, I feel so alive
And I believe that I make him feel the same way too
We love each other very much
Our love is a flame that will never ever die
Our love can overcome
Any obstacl
Everyone lives on an island of their own ridiculous make, And no matter how insignificant they claim a much grander stake. They all shout their thoughts and reveries, their hate and anger, too, Passing judgment on each soul that dares to wander through. Their island is an empire of dime-sized majesty, Where wisdom never comes to those who look like you and me. Only in their image can a person hold some worth, Otherwise be damned and exiled back to mainland earth. So be wary where you moor your vessels in this conscious sea~ For these islands stand as prisons where no dream could e'er be free. Seek instead the larger landmasses where minds are never chained, Where the knowledge grows like fruit, to be savored as it's gained.