
Paix sur la terre
Une flûte dialogue
avec l'invisible
et les oiseaux se taisent.
On attend la réponse
derrière les nuages.
On promet le bonheur
au sommet des vagues
et la pluie qui chante
avec le soleil
met la joie des larmes
dans les yeux des arbres.
Pierre Boujut
Je cherche
le corps de mes poèmes
comme une arche qui va
d’un monde à l’autre monde
Pierre Chabert
Music Pink Floyd,
Us and Them
by the London Symphonic Orchestra

Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Don't cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny it's what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Don't cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny it's what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
Sur une musique de Patrice Gelsi jouée à la flûte à bec alto, intitulée " Chrisskross"
Des images de sculptures et de peintures exprimant l'art antique et la mythologie grecque ou romaine
Numerical Art by Jacqueline Waechter 2010













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