It’s like ten days of shine and rain.
It flies by without any respite;
What a trick nature pulls
On all of us...that’s what I mean!
I met her young and flowery
On an alien soil - Site de Comé,
In an unusual house – Camp,
Filled with bans and banners
A magnate force cordoned
Her every turn, her every twist
As we danced to the sure
Beats of unusual drums;
The times were ripe for bonds
Then, now and forever,
One decade ago today…today
…and that’s what I mean!
Passage of times and coming
Of age are like breath-blows.
Like arrivals and departures
Of seasons, like every plus
To life’s stretch, so much
We owe to ourselves,
As we toast to our ever…for
That’s exactly what I mean!
« return.