The child who sleep – L’enfant qui dort

 

Let the sleeping child dream

At blue smokes of fortified castles,

Let him demount the sky.

Outside is always the same… Is it always the same?

Street corners as borders

And always think of keeping silence,

The city surrounded under the frost,

Ever since, it’s always the same.

 

Time manhandles

These dragging men

The weight of their body,

Their empty sentences,

Their dry tears,

Their years of efforts,

The immense streets

Where hoarfrost advances,

And the patrol outside.

 

Hardly the pavements resound

Under the heavy step of half men,

Hands closed on their anger,

Eyes as deprived of light.

 

Maybe, one day, if God gets involved,

The rain will go back up to the sky

Towards our immovable remorse,

But it’s always the same outside.

 

Time manhandles

These dragging men

The weight of their body,

Their empty sentences,

Their dry tears,

Their years of efforts,

The immense streets

Where hoarfrost advances,

And the patrol outside.

 

And if he wants to live here for a long time,

 Above all, let the child dream…