PoéSie

Xalfen a écrit: je préfère largement en anglais .

Hanarete a écrit:C'est que tu n'as jamais lu de la bonne poésie ou lu avec le coeur

Hidestiny a écrit:pourtant en le français c'est la langue de la poésie
comparé à l'anglais qui est plutôt chanté

Kasumi a écrit:tu aimes sans doute lire les poèmes en anglais parceque tu l'associes justement au chant, mais en prennant le poème en tant que tel, les plus belles oeuvres sont incontestablement fr^^
Enfin c'est mon avis du moins.

i wish it would rain.

it’s midnight,
and i wish it would rain.

left at the mercy of the night,
biting my nails and pretending nothing’s wrong.
but the phantoms still hum and sing
the sound of crashing waves and storms in my ears.

it’s midnight,
and i wish it would rain.

running bare feet on a field with
a warm summer rain falling upon me.
Does it count if i think i’m dreaming ?

Looking around, desperately trying to find something
to do, to make the hours pass, to make the seconds fly.
but sooner or later, you realize
that the phantoms still hum and sing
the sound of raging rivers and storms in your ears.

tick, tick, tick.

it’s midnight,
and i wish it would rain.

just enough to make the phantoms go away
and give me a chance to dream,

if this isn’t already a nightmare.

Blue Skies

Waking up to the sound
of endless bombs and bullets
flying overhead.

It’s raining blood and the world
can’t hear them crying for blue skies.

When you fall down,
get up “in the name of freedom”;
aim and fire “in the name of peace”.

Not yet 18 and life seems to be hanging by a thread.

Up in the sky, he sees a falling star.
He stops to make a wish, but it was just
another shell.

“They left for war as boys, never to return as men.”

It’s raining blood and the world
never heard them crying for blue skies.

Le second a été écrit juste après avoir re-vu "À L'Ouest Rien de Nouveau".