Balthazar Nzomono-Balenda

La Jeunesse

Conduire vite

Sans maîtrise

Mourir bêtement  

Un cercueil à 4 roux

Le sang sur l’avenue

Le gaz dans le sang

Les larmes des mères coulent

Elles tombent comme les goutes de pluie

Le fer se transforme en arbre

L’arbre devient le sable

Et la vie devient nulle.

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 23.10.2006.

 
 

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