you look at the virtual paradise

impersonal target in target

would you like to be they real

to the glow of a candle

to no longer be in the twilight
thousand voices came from nothingness
without odour and without flavour
your head delirium between two mails
you became the prince of dreams of target in target
side victim of the system

target in target you have trouble with even your shadow
said your memory dies slowly under this stupid chain target in target
where your targets emotional lace
are only ephemeral hearts under antennas

targets blades and dull unreal
I say aloud through them, I know because I am one
One of your target just for you and not mistaken you
My eyes are to you because I think I right!
and I am the your?
And if this is not the case I'll go look for your heart
the only target I want to stay for you
I want to stay single target under your roof
Where the décor would be consistent for you and me
target in target I do remember that you

The Servian donation to go to my shade to Sun

under this climate to the stories, I love you
It looks like Earth where nothing would border and where all the torrential hearts

You look at the virtual paradise
While I'm there and for you I open my wings

look at you and they are sensory
White as if it were to love target assemblies
I me installs as a hyphen
of thee I am as a fusion
I am your target listening it! I say unto you there
Between absence and presence I am in emotion
By all these wishes all these secrets picked in bouquet of dew
Or falls the rain of summer as the softness of your kisses
But what I like you know are our dreams slender from the Unreal
We drive my love elsewhere on the peaks
And you love day after day and forever
This life is too short to pass it to flee from love

A life to suffer without tomorrow cannot smile
I want your nights and thy days be believe me I want your life
Against you hard-hearted me feel under the Moon of the night, I came to tell you

I don't want you, listen all my words
They are for you scented like a bouquet of roses
I've cunning with often dark words, but they advertise

The spring from target to target somewhere here I am to you
Even when just on the verge of tears at night
By this absence that destroys me this lack of thee




Elisabeth Vaury