one year, of loneliness
step therefor still and still
stop not, one year
as a smell of misfortune,
you sing these wrong,
all over your voice,
wich betray your emotions,
this day wich should have been happy,
stinks as this wet dog in the rain
one year, these saying to you happy birthday,
had having forgotten,
shone giving this some small happiness
this day stinks, the rat died fron the cellar
you wait, patiently, wisely
that he is taken in the arms
tell yourself that you missed him,
these words don't come
you wait, patiently, one year ...
"Happy Birthday" ...
Matthieu F.


