Le président Ginger à la télévision

Il est régulièrement sur les écrans.
Il ne dit pas un mot afin de ne pas se contredire.
Il semble regarder les Gingers au travers de la vitre.
Ceux -ci sont très gênés.
Aussi tournent t'ils vite le dos à l'écran
attendant patiement la fin de l'allocution présidentielle.

The president Ginger at the T.V.
He is regularly on screens.
He does not say one word not to contradict himself.
He seems to look at Gingers through the window.
Those are very embarrassed.
So they turn fast the back to the screen
Waiting patiently for the end of the presidential speech

(unintended interpretations #)
Love songs
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
-Rilke