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Last night, beloved Mother, you took a last breath and left us your weary body. On this hospital bed where inhuman suffering had so sadly led you.
No matter the quality of my talent, you passed to the posterity, mother of poet, you henceforth mother word
No need for me to be sad, you are there under my own eyes and those of everyone who will meet your new silhouette. For ever !
The six letters of a magical smiled word:
Mother!
The sea and the wind
Running on the beach
Which of the two
Will win the feat
By being the first
To make me like the waves
In which I will have fun
Before this divine day
In which I'll find you
And I’ll make love to you
In our little beach hut
In which you have
Just kissed me
On that delicious day
It was the week behind
Of this stormy day
Up there on the beach
At the edge of the dune
But I don’t hide my face
Cause the real question
Will be to know
If you‘ll wish it
And above all if
You will invite me.
What I hope sincerely
In the deepest of my heart,
I, the french boy,
Deeply seduced
By your marin lovin charm
© Gilles de Chasles
Mum'n Dad
You were so sad
When I was playing
Instead of studying
As you believed
the only way to leave
The fate of our poverty
Today is another day.
Your smile is still gray,
Yet the money is there
It doesn’t come out of nowhere,
As your sadness seems to say so loudly
To the flab of my body
Mum ‘n Dad
Never forget, I' m your lad
To allow you to retrieve
The smile of your childhood
When you played to win and lose
Just like today indeed
I manage my living
To do it by playing
To lose and to win
The fortunated wind
Which makes tireless
The growth
Of my banker’s smile.
By Gilles de Chasles