Airport vibes

Yo, as long as I'm stuck in FT Lauderdale Airport since 11pm until 7am, I guess I shall take some advance on this...

#1

J'aimerais lire dans ses yeux
Apprendre le langage de ses jeux
Croquer en douce dans ses lèvres
M'enivrer d'une suave sève

En parfaite harmonie
Sur la partition de son dos
Ecrire une symphonie
Qui se passerait de mots

Doucement,
Défaire ses vêtement
Découvrir sa peau
Passage vers l'eros

Quand la ville est en coma
Que seuls hurlent les chats
Fusionner dans l'ivresse
D'une partie de fesses

Le soleil, en se levant,
Finit en soupirant
Eclaire les immeubles
N'étant plus vraiment seuls

A la lumière rouge,
Passionnée, d'une lampe
Soudain, plus rien ne bouge
Pas même le temps d'une crampe

Instant éternisé
L'éther dans les étoiles
Sanctifier le voile
D'une nuit partagée

#2

Look, here we are, after all those storms
Safe and sound in different worlds
Seeking new adventures, having to move forward
Isolated and raw, lost in a new hazard

Where did all this go? Has it been thrown away?
Drown in a massive black hole of darkness? Wait,
Here it is, crawling on the street,
No one sees it...

In a foetal position, like a newborn baby
Needing attention, love, and other fantasies
Waiting on other souls
Waiting on other fools

"Take my hand", she said, "Don't stay here,
What is it that you said about having no fears?
Did you betray yourself and all your poetry?
All those beautiful words where just hypocrisy?

You said that you felt love for the very first time
And for that you were glad and stronger than a rhyme
That even if the dust had torn our fates apart
You would remember all, and jump on a new start.

You might have broken me, but I stand up from now
Everything is done, and the past is below
What is expecting us, even if far away
Is worth fighting for it, in our personal way

Now take what's left of you, and stand up on the road
You chosed when you were born, what you have always told
Everyone around, until you felt secure
Writing is salvation, writing is your own cure."

Then she faded away, ready for her own destiny
And the little monkey somehow began to move his feets

#3

Somehow, illuminated by the night, the thoughts are getting darker and darker, and as they turn into those deep horses of the abysses, that english speakers call "Night-mares", they act like strange little faces. Some familiar, some not. They turn and twist around, laughing and howling. The milky way turns around and the grass feels good. Wine and liquor putting peace into the mind. A guitar, a fire and no more than the meadows. The beautiful meadow of some unknown island, where the beat of the reggae dub is making the little crowd moving like one. When some are fighting on the side, and one is overdosing, we move around. We see the pitifulness of existence, bound to a frenetic quest for ecstasy.

Lost paradise. Here it is. We want to dissolve. Dissolve our mind and stop thinking. And for that we use all the available means around : sex, drug, rock n roll as the already old and wrinkled used to say. Now the time is to party harder, stronger. Deep loud bass making our guts move. Containing a vomit, one is trying to talk audibly to a girl he is fancying. Another, 15 or 16 is sleeping on the bushes.

"Is that what we are looking for", she asked? "No" answered he. They escaped and fell on the grass together. The stars were beautiful and moving. Too many shooting stars. Too much booze. It was cold and windy but the warmth of their souls and heart felt connected for a moment. Eternity. That's what everyone is seeking. Eternity and dissolution. He drank one more sip. If we cannot have eternity, let's dissolve into acid.

The stars were moving. It was high tide. The waves of the celestial roof were beautiful. They could see fishes and fishermen, little boats and jellyfishes. They decided to take a swim and jumped over the sky, playing with clouds and asteroids, in total innocence.