(also on repeat)
05:59
to the ones that know enough to (stop knowing and) laugh their faces off
01:51
I know the power of words.
I know the toxin of words.
They are not those that make theater boxes applaud.
Words like that make coffins break out.
Make them pace with their four oak legs.
It happens they are thrown out.
Not printed, not published.
But the word gallops,
its saddle girth tightened,
it rings through the ages
and trains creep nearer
to lick poetry’s toil-hardened hands.
Vladimir Mayakovsky
07:19
Je remercie ton corps
De m’avoir attendue
Il a fallu que je me perde
Pour arriver jusqu’à toi
Je remercie tes bras
D’avoir pu m’atteindre
Il a fallu que je m’éloigne
Pour arriver jusqu’à toi
Je remercie tes mains
D’avoir pu me supporter
Il a fallu que je brûle
Pour arriver jusqu’à toi