a hidden paradise behind every corner
a flaming hell crouching in every head

how small we are
standing on a mirrow plate that goes on to the infinite
the tortured platanes
forming endless couples
shading the concrete with their sadness
a tear evaporating
from my eye
as i see the lives i could live pass by
a dungeon of chances
chains pulling in every direction
pulling my apart
as the wild win on the old houses smiles at me
passing by
my hearts burns and melts
a million faces watch my hands
and noone sees the invisible tear that's poisoning me

a flash of speed
a nice thought-dance
a mascerade

carambolage du avantgarde faux-pas in the chateau
overture of the femme fatale and haute coiture as hors d'oeufre
randevous sur la fautauil avec un chandelier vin rouge
et deux chaveux
voilá
c'est la vie
c'est ca
rien ne va plus