tendencies

In a cozy nest, hidden under the leaves,
Four little fledglings see the light, tender images.
Their open beaks call out, in a soft chirping,
For mom and dad birds, to share their first meal.

Curious children approach on tiptoe,
Listen to the peeping, their hearts filled with secrets.
They smile, amazed, by this pure spectacle,
Life hatching, fragile, in a nest of greenery.

Proud parent birds bring worms and seeds,
Feed their little ones, under the watchful eyes of girls and boys in a chain.
The laughter of children blends with the songs of birds,
In this perfect scene, where nature echoes.

Every day, they return, to see the fledglings grow,
Their feathers form, their wings learn to open.
And when the time comes for them to take flight,
The children applaud, their hearts light, full of symbols.

So goes life, in this enchanted garden,
Where fledglings and children have learned to love.
A poem of joy, tenderness, and sharing,
That celebrates birth, and happiness as a legacy.

Baby birds

lyrics :

the dragon told me once
to be
out of living things 
to see
the changing people
their rips
that stay on my skin
your breath
the gloaming in your hearts
that gives
me the force to stay
the same as you know me
and now
what should I do
going back to the sea
that the ship keep sailing

when the time flows 
and the dark blossom comes
escaping the road to roam
aaa aaa aaa
and something is missing
around
I can't remember when
you left from the town
the secrets we share
behind
the creepiest garden
of my tears and smiles
and now
what would you say
to keep
in the darkest hours

human_aventura
may 2025

the fol’s promise

Le Sang De Jesus Cover

Revêtir sa grâce

TNM1 (The New Man mixtape Vol.1) 

L'homme nouveau (Mâle et Femelle )qui tout au long de sa vie renouvelle sans cesse ses pensées n'est plus sous le joug du temps et de ses circonstances . 

la notion de frontières et de races se vautrent dans un anonymat sans lendemain ; il ne s'appuie sur rien de palpableselon ses sens ni rien de matériel . 

il voit ce que l'oeil ne voit pas , entend ce que les oreilles n'entendent pas ,bascule dans ce que ce monde ne perçoit pas.

La peur et le doute ne l'habille plus  ; semblable au vent
il devient insaisissable . On ne sait d'où il vient ni où il va .

Il ne pense plus à hier ni à Demain mais prend sa vie à bout de bras
à défaut de ses deux mains . Désormais son nom c'est Maintenant .

L'impossible est une fiction , le Possible une réalité et la Nuit titube pour laisser place au jour sans que ce dernier n'aie de successeur . 

Aujourd'hui...Aujourd'hui...
Tout Commence

Benson Le Parolier .

Jesus, tu es le chemin...

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