I had some time left yesterday
so I put it down inside my pocket,
but today my pocket is empty...
Pierre Bordenave
May 28 , 1999
Colours
to paint skies
I use the flight of birds
as brushes of feathers
to paint mountains
I use the shadow
of a grain of sand
to paint eyes
I use some raindrops
from my window pane
to paint love
I use the shiny perfume
of your waving hand
to paint death
I use my own reflection
in a broken mirror
Pierre Bordenave
May 4 ,1999
Sad song
I have enough grains of memory
to fill up the desert of my life,
or maybe I have reached the age where Man realizes
that life is just a wave of minutes
and wishes that death is an ocean of time...
Pierre Bordenave
June 2, 1999
The blackbird's song
last evening
I was listening to the blackbird's song
at my door
then I hung up some inks of mine
to the electric wires
like notes of music on a music sheet
just to sing with him