Émigré
J’ai cherché
ma route,
Les longs chemins
de la vie,
Sur les
montagnes et les plaines,
Par le
froid de l’hiver,
Sous le
soleil des espoirs,
Un rêve irréel
sur le bitume,
J’ai cherché
ma route,
Emigré, je
suis arrivé,
Sur une
terre inconnue,
J’ai jeté l’ancre.
Mal habiller,
Sur les
routes de la nuit,
Caché le
jour mon histoire,
Pas un sou
en poche,
Belligérant
de retraites,
Infidélité d’un
cartel,
J‘ai
cherché ma route,
Émigré, je
suis arrivé,
Sur une
terre inconnue,
J’ai jeté l’ancre.
Aujourd’hui
je regarde le ciel,
Comme le
vent je suis devenu,
Un enfant,
un belligérant,
Le jour
comme à mes nuits,
Un voyage incertain
d’un but,
Je brave le
temps aux tempêtes,
J’ai
cherché ma route,
Emigré, je
suis arrivé,
Sur une
terre inconnue,
J’ai jeté l’ancre.
Vous n’y
pouvez rien n’y changer,
Je suis cet
enfant qui cherche encore,
Une route, un destin d’immigrer,
Sous le
soleil de la nuit, j’écris, je cherche,
Je partirais
un jour sans rien de plus,
Qu’une
image restée sur un mur du temps,
Emigré, je
suis arrivé,
Sur une
terre inconnue,
J’ai jeté l’ancre.
NICOLLE
Edmond le 16.12.2012
Créateur de
poésies depuis 1973
emigrant
I looked my way,
Long paths of life,
The mountains and the plains,
The cold of winter,
Under the sun of hope,
An unreal dream of bitumen,
I looked my way,
Emigrant, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
Poorly dressed,
On the roads at night,
Hidden day my story
Not a penny,
Belligerent pensions
Infidelity of a cartel,
I looked my way,
Emigrated, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
Today I look at the sky,
As the wind I became
A child, a belligerent
The day my nights
An uncertain journey to a goal,
I brave the weather storms,
I looked my way,
Emigrant, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
You can not do nothing to change,
I'm still looking for that child,
A road, a destiny of immigration,
Under the sun of the night, I write, I'm looking for
I would go a day without anything more,
An image remained on a wall of the time,
Emigrant, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
NICOLLE Edmond 16/12/2012
Creator of poetry since 1973
I looked my way,
Long paths of life,
The mountains and the plains,
The cold of winter,
Under the sun of hope,
An unreal dream of bitumen,
I looked my way,
Emigrant, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
Poorly dressed,
On the roads at night,
Hidden day my story
Not a penny,
Belligerent pensions
Infidelity of a cartel,
I looked my way,
Emigrated, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
Today I look at the sky,
As the wind I became
A child, a belligerent
The day my nights
An uncertain journey to a goal,
I brave the weather storms,
I looked my way,
Emigrant, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
You can not do nothing to change,
I'm still looking for that child,
A road, a destiny of immigration,
Under the sun of the night, I write, I'm looking for
I would go a day without anything more,
An image remained on a wall of the time,
Emigrant, I arrived
An unknown land,
I anchored.
NICOLLE Edmond 16/12/2012
Creator of poetry since 1973
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