Depuis le temps que c'est promis
nous irons tous au paradis-
c'est un appel sourd une promesse
aveuglante qui noie la conscience;
ce paradis me pse, son poids
incommensurable abruti;
ancre dans des strates profondes,
une pulsion des plus alinantes;
telle une fausse libration,
un tat de pure dpendance;
le paradis est derrire moi
dans le ventre de ma maman-
unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,
l'imaginaire is our worse enemy,
the paradise, what an idea !
a guardian still on duty.
Olv 26
Before the promised times
we were always in paradise
it's a name given to one promise
(.....)who kills conscience
the paradise I think of, its weight
incomprehensibly abrupt
(....) in these profound layers
(....) a false liberation
a state of pure dependence
the paradise is behind me
in the center of my mother-
unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,
l'imaginaire is our worse enemy,
the paradise, what an idea !
a guardian still on duty.
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