Take me back to the time of such absolute thirst

Take me back to the time of such absolute thirst

(translation of a sonnet written in Alexandrin and Occitan sonnet form in French. See original here or here)

June 9, 2016

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There is in my red heart blue islands that are still

Expanses of land that brave the oceans

In a landscape that moves docile flesh sails

Amid the heather I live lurking hither

 

Roughly plucked with a scythe field flower to be stacked

The suffocating bouquets a return to nothingness

When combat of spears invaded cities

And blue heads so proud rolled down screaming

 

Take me back to the time of such absolute thirst

When the plains stretched like a carpet of love

Let me lose myself in length in desired amnesia

 

When the songs chanted more than sex and glamour

When the nearing of spring was dedicated feast

When the hearts got along in purity and not ploys

 

Reading of the poem: 

Je te rends ton amour – Mylène Farmer

Point de suture – Mylène Farmer

Pas le temps de vivre – Mylène Farmer