I was not born to be a human being, I was born to be a spirit.
And sometimes, I fly over your heads and touch your hair with my fingers.

I was not born to be a human being, I was born to be a spirit,
And sometimes I catch the sight of your little brother giving you a flower.

Dear children, there is no such thing
as the quick flash of this picture,
as the quick flash of a slice of our lives.
with my eyes, I can see, from above your shoulder,
with my eyes, I can see from above the clouds,

And there is nothing more beautiful on earth,
than you children, than your tender gestures,
than your instinctive moves of compassion and love,
love, between a little brother and his big sister.

Catégories : little poèmes
Thousands of yellow ribbons in my neighborhood
5h34 à Tipaerui, la lune est blonde.
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