dimanche 7 juillet 2019

Raw life

Ce poème est initialement venu en mélange d'anglais et de français. J'en ai réalisé les deux versions.



Raw life
With no make-up and no ideal
The scream of genes through what is real
And the neverending roaming as ordeal

Raw life
A better life?
Or just a different kind of knife
To slice the time that flies?

Don't get your expectations high
Every thing here was made to die
And every birth is a decay

Raw life
Quick or slow
We dig our way through the sorrow

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