[Daniel Dive]

Under a grey and cold sky which is spitting its boredom
I try to burn my heart which is always in search
Vainly I want to chase out of my poor head
Your picture which is coming every night to haunt me.

Nothing is coming to soften the gaping wound
Which your departure opened in my soul and in my body
And to this suffering, one can like better to die
When nothing comes to anesthetize this piercing pain.

Will I do one day see again your soft face
Your so warm body of which mine is always remembering
Under the grey and cold sky of this so sad day
I am hoping to your coming back which will make amend of everything.

April 5th, 1994, translation of a poem written in french

Science sans conscience n'est que ruine de l'?me (Rabelais)

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