I’ve asked the rain,
To give me a new name,
To baptize me again.
But it refused and spat on me.
So I asked the sun instead,
The beautiful, scorching sun,
But it refused and burned,
Me,
To my core.
Poetry by Christophe Paternoster
I’ve asked the rain,
To give me a new name,
To baptize me again.
But it refused and spat on me.
So I asked the sun instead,
The beautiful, scorching sun,
But it refused and burned,
Me,
To my core.
Its landscapes were barren,
And the streets so flat,
An emptiness of wonders,
A bleak country,
Dull people,
Purposeless.
And I wander and see,
I wonder what I see,
A rain that doesn’t fall,
A fire that doesn’t burn,
A sun that can’t shine.
And I wander and hear,
I don’t know what I hear,
A music that doesn’t play,
A dog that doesn’t bark,
A wolf that can’t howl.
Am I senseless, deaf and blind?
Am I absent from the light?
Or have my senses betrayed me?
I don’t know,
I can’t hear,
And I can’t see.
There is a strange, deep agony in boredom,
A life going nowhere,
Like a dog trying to bite its own tail,
Or a boy smashing his toys against the floor.
There is a strange, deep agony in boredom,
Like a man, angry, beating the same wall,
Or a woman, tearing her hairs, one by one.
There is a strange, deep agony in boredom,
Like a drunkard trying to drink the last drop of his cheap whisky,
Or a loner talking about the strange, deep agony in boredom.
There is a strange, deep agony in boredom.
Lonely planet,
Above the Dark Sea,
As I dream your glory…
Crowning the wild stars,
Sovereign celestial bodies,
Unbroken beauty…
Pieces of my soul,
Crossing the cosmos,
Ships made of thoughts…
Living my love in blue,
A new soft affinity,
Exotic as you…
Starring at the sky,
Stuck on Earth,
Science is far too shy…
On my ship, I cross the romantic sea,
And leave a wake in the water,
When my feet touch the earth I see,
A party of dancing freebooters!
In the middle of this rave I saw you, pirate!
You fired at me with you gun and your eyes,
The bullet reached my chest and you stole my heart!
For yours, I’ll give you my most beautiful smile!
You refuse my present! Give me back my treasure!
You take my gold and run away!
Now your blurred silhouette is the ghost of my pleasure!
And I’m lost, alone, and betrayed…
I’ll create for you an ocean with my tears,
Where you can sail and steal all my possessions!
With tidal waves of grief and fear,
I’ll navigate towards you on the ship of passion!
I’ll recover my heart and take yours,
Oh I promise I’ll catch you, robber!
Like a giant reached by the hammer of Thor!
Then I promise, we’ll sail together!
Look at us and the beauty of the horizon,
From a vessel where we’re both captains!
Where we can share our fanciful creations,
You must admit it’s a good bargain!