The streets are dead and I’m dying
To see them just as dead as me,
And the wind blows my cinders upon the sea
Small sparkles of light are flying
The gaze locked on the telephone,
No, I won’t get rain anymore,
Only confusion in the eyes,
Like monastics losing the skies.
Algiers has put on its rainy coat,
And I’ve worn my leather vest.
In some rue we will meet up again
For a joint or a song for the dead.
Come on, pull yourself together !
You know she’s never coming back,
That your yin has gone astray
And Algiers won’t shine again
At the mercy of the new world order
I complain about the rain
I’m looking at the numbers as they rise
And it doesn’t move me at all.
My mind is thrilled with other things
My heart is filled with the things of you
And if the dead will rise again
My feather will not write without you
To the genocides they’re selling,
The plandemic, the statistics,
You know all this moves me not.
And as for the fate of the Earth...
It can die off, for all I care,
As it makes me live without you,
As, without you, every daybreak
Never comes together again.
The sun is yielding silently.
It’s telling me you will be missed.
On the other side of the world,
It must be yielding before you.
The sun will shine on the nothing more again
Having no alternative no other route
But to bring light on blindfolded brains
O sun I know you’re in a deep pain
On how we slaughter nature with our ways
But when you shine on the other side of the world,
Will you tell my lover that she’s my eternal flame
O sunwell, hear my words again
I know you’re the lordess of the flames
But what’s your light without the moon
As you can see I lost my moon in twain
Raise my astral body to the space
And may the angels take me to higher plains
To the density where poets are gods,
Where my poems won’t be in vain
Look at the cities from up high
And see how bright Algiers can shine ;
To tell myself that, you, where you are,
You are the most sparkling light.
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