THE ART OF FLIGHT: LAST DAY

Stomp your feet on the table.

Stand two minutes, time to breathe and relax.

Enter your name written large on the wall.

There is still space to draw your life.

Shout to the sky the little that you suffer.

Voice you will always have to cry.

Dance salsa to the moon,

she takes care of you.

Wake up, hello morning, how are you today ?

Do you know what I'm going to do today ?

As if today was my last day, I will live as usual.

I will bury me in my dreams dressed in memories.

I will give my poor soul to the sweet land.

I will drown my strong voice to the cold wind.

I will wish to kiss the man who feeds my nights.

I am free, soul passenger, I'll do my own good.

Come on you a spliff in front of your father.

He also smoked as a young man.

Be yourself and kiss this man who so desire.

Sure he will return it without thinking.

Travel anywhere without planning anything.

Foreigners are always welcome.