I am the sleeping cat on roofs of the village,
In front on the moon, without name, without age,
Closed eyes, I guess the deep darkness of the sky,
On the top of the painting, I look like a lone spy,
Playing with the void as a chrysalis before the fly,
I can’t see the seconds, which disappear and die !
People are asking : Why do you leave your nest of laziness ?
Perhaps they are worried : Laziness rhym with madness.
What are they thinking ? I want to escape from my prison,
Looking for me, stars and shadows try to understand.
They don’t know there is no sense, no logic, no reason !
… And me, when I’m ready to generate the end,
It’s too late, the hourglasses already cried all their sand.