Dans le désert du désir
Toi et moi dans le désert du désir
Nous avons éssayé de bâtir
Une maison où nous serions
Dans une tendre communion
Mais c'est resté lettre morte
Tu as bâtis ta maison sans porte
Et moi en pure perte
Ma porte est ouverte
Tu vis recluse
Tes pensées t'abusent
En cet endroit
Où le silence est roi
Tu vis assise devant un miroir
De ma fenêtre je peux te voir
Quelquefois j'entends
Quelques notes d'un chant
Et certaines nuits
Où perçait un cri
Combien je priais
Que tu retrouves la paix
Tu n'as pas fait de porte peut-être
Mais tu pourrais sortir par la fenêtre
Et t'en venir un jour
Me parler d'amour.
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In the desert of desire
You and I in the desert of desire
We have tried to build
A house where we would be
In a sweet communion
But it went unheeded
You built your house with no door
And I in vain
Let my door opened
You live confined
Your thoughts deceive you
In this place
Where silence is king
You live sitting in front of a mirror
From my window I can see you
Sometimes I can hear
A few notes coming from a song
And some nights
When a shout was heard
How much I prayed
That you would find peace
You have not build a door maybe
But you could go out through the window
And come one day
Speak to me of love.
P.H.
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has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.





