Lino Ventura speaks with life
it dare say nothing in my defence
heedless headless chicken in my pace
I am a watch, cloudless mane,
on tiptoes I march you to our revenues in pure visions
escalating to a dance that kills

Dame

Toc toc Il a fermé sa porte 
Les lys du jardin sont flétris 
Quel est donc ce mort qu'on emporte 
Tu viens de toquer à sa porte 
Et trotte trotte 
La petite souris

Guillaume Apollinaire (1880 - 1918)


Lady

Tock, Tock, closed its door.
The lilies in the garden have wilted.
It is death one carries.
you come infatuated from this door
and trot trot, the small mouse

Transported to English by 9

I am as of now
I have a life in brackets
but, there is no holding me.

I am as of now
maybe I don't know the science of the self
within the self i possibly hold the
face of my drifting
let go of me
i am as of now
as i am still physically the youth
walk with me to its inevitable end
for i may show you men who change the world and remained with youth mentally
beautiful as of now I'm the process of undying after dying
I, too, will make you cry.