Mardi 30 janvier 2007
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Don’t cry, the kid ! Don’t cry !
I know seas which do not kill.
Don’t cry, the kid !
I know not nasty volcanoes
I shall tell you my not sharp mountains.
Don’t cry, the kid ! Don’t cry any more !
I shall tell you this boat which people believed lost
Then returned fully safe to the port.
I shall show you the slight grasshopper and the torrent which sings,
The flower which opens its petals to collect your kisses
Don’t cry, the kid ! Don’t cry, my love !
I know a country where everybody says "hello",
Where Moms are so sweet and beautiful and smiling,
With dark eyes and full of hair to hide your face,
Where Dads like to build your future.
Don’t cry, the kid ! Stop your distress !
I know cats who want your hands,
I shall tell you my proud and honest trees,
Here in the garden,
I shall tell you “Aucassin and Nicolette”(*) story,
I shall show you my house which begins to get stomach
But which does not frighten, when we get in,
I shall make you listen one thousand slight musics
And dream about hot-air balloons.
Don’t cry, the kid ! Don’t cry honey !
I know a planet where the word " gun " does not exist.
(*) a French middle age children’s fairy tale
Par Jean-Marie Gandois
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Publié dans : English poetry
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