Texte : Violette BlacK MambA © 2012 www.thebookedition.com Voici une traduction approximative de mon texte en anglais ... Hope to You Under blue skies, starry light, Under the gaze of a bloody moon Fly the thoughts of the warrior ... Disillusioned, she wanders through her ​​lonely nights Wandering through the maze of this sad habit Forces disappeared, his ardor for once. Hope left his arm became weak Faith has left his soul, become cold His heart is encased in his armor His mind fell away, forever. His gaze is lost in the distance, Scrutinizes the stars of the Milky Way, In search of this reflection as desired, Behind the clouds, hidden That he removed the hand of Fate The wind blows! Chase the clouds! She finally noticing her face. It does not remain a shadow, or ... a mirage ... Shared that dream a reality Not the worst nightmare to face In the twilight of its uncertainties and doubts She still want to believe. She waits and hopes She expects a long and desperate It b! urns the fire of this hope occult The scent of her dreams of spring Give it a heartache, and melancholy. The scent of her dreams of spring Have no sweetness Smell the damn nightmares The plunge in pain. "I find one day that star Its soft light that will enlighten my canvas? The tramp of my starry nights You exist in this world so imperfect? " She thought she was invincible, yet It was enough to pierce a Druid This armor. Find so easily The key to wake her soul so well camouflaged The release of these chains
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