Spiritual Resistance



🪽 SUMMERPUNK

A light glides across the sky
the days only come back with sphynx statuettes 
Our pyramids fade in the wind
Remembering that night is like a hurricane in my mind

The rivers that water our hearts are still alive
tomorrows that collide under a city of lead crush a nameless banality 

The feather that serves as my hand will one day fly away like our family trees

Imagining you sculpted in a dance allows me to anchor myself in time 

A Hope is like a light nourished by the candor of space

Through dark rituals, we will finally become Gold By loving each other, we will end up alone in my mind

A poor devil to whom we sold a rose cries alone in a crystal ball Imagine for a moment that all this is just a dream locked in a painting 

Feeling this sweet perfume in my veins: that's the feeling of existing

One day you will understand that I would always have been by your side 
This day it will be too late to reconcile

Your name slides on the stones on which I carry my cross

The treasures will remain hidden until the time when Roses are reborn and sincere hearts transcend.

Yes, only sincere hearts transcend themselves



🌅 LIGHTBALL

A ball of light crashes on the city distributing millions of dreams ! Everyone will try to live their own until crawling on the ground, until prowling the streets at night ...

In an eternity full of demons and angels, like navigators, we discover a reality frozen in a crystal lake : our memories are shards of lives, in which we are reflected 

You told me that in your mirror our love would remain eternal ...

The troubled waters are evil spells on which the hills climb

We're eager to rise to the sky, balanced on a red thread ...

Who will break our Hopes ?

My compass has fallen into the depths where the dragons howl !

Your body melt in wax, continues to burn for a moment and everything disappears with the cry of a new world where humans are hybridized with my pretty nightmares !

A wave crashes like to reduce us to silence 
Our bodies consume like will-o'-the-wisps in Hope

God rewards everybody in his own way ...

As the elements turn into vitriol, our hearts become mirages in glass ...

Our alchemical dreams melt in pink marble. We 're stardust to the firmament reborn as stars

Men pray while looking at the sky while a red rose in our minds blooms



👹 DARK LOOK

Dark look, Dark look
You don't know who I am

Dark look, Black stone
You don't understand what I'm saying

Dark look, Red hills
I look you straight in the eye

Dark look, Black blood
You pierce deeply my heart

Dark look, Black face
You could be one of a friend

Dark look, Black snake
Your bite is not fatal to me

Dark look, Winged bull
You wear a golden necklace

Dark look, Apple of life
You make me forget who I am

Dark anger, White light
We won't belong on the same planet

Dark look, Philosopher's stone
Prophecies will be full soon

Dark look, Prince of this world
I will toast in your name

Dark look, Hidden Messages
I learned to read between your lines

Dark look, Dear mirror
I will pick a Rose for you 🌹



🌹PYRAMID

At each ladder, we shine a little brighter I enter a room where a pharaoh holds a cross and a rose in his hands

At each floor we believe we rise We'll all end up enblamed
What is above is like what is below The tombs of kings are never above

What is below is like what is above Some souls are good to throw into the fire

An ibis flies away and the sphinxes look at us until the world bursts into flames in a solemn fire

Just like the pharaohs, I have tasted the elixir of youth If I ever loved you, I don't remember it anymore Since my mind was broken, I fear nothing anymore
And yet with you, I feel free to Exist

A golden snake beat me a long time ago

I thought it was love but when evening comes, I understand that lies have become legion

A legion of specters tries to sixteen our humanity

Hermes flies from one Message to another

I wear symbols in memory of what is always forgotten

Dans mon esprit restent gravées les lignes de cette phrase limpide :
"À t'écouter, si tu dis vrai nous vivrons dans les Pyramides "

A golden dust dissipates in the air : this dust is that of our dreams, of our perception of the world that disappear

Paris belongs to a handful of people, like everything that seems free in this world

...But everyone knows it
We turn a blind eye to the fact that we are only dust in space I chose to belong to my dreams and their whims

No one belongs to anyone if no one opens their heart

A.I. have been thinking for us for a long time Since streaming platforms killed art and all the codes have been reversed

Happiness is only real when shared We all need spiritual pillars to subsist

Everyone think to be the center of the universe While faces merge with the night sky While bodies get lost into the space

I don't recognize you anymore since you lost your soul Since then, I see double in the kaleidoscope of my consciousness

My heart sails on the Styx

I decipher the tablets of Thot while waiting for my deliverance 

I pick Roses waiting for a new world by your side !



🐈 SPHYNX

...And our paths intertwine at our feet

As the tide rises, There was an evening when you pressed my heart on a score while respecting the rhythm,

Thinking beyond the clocks

Passing behind the mirror of time Redrawing the lines of your face on a spinning wheel
Where our memories could interlace

The doors of their rooms are still closed

Speaking in aquatic silence Walking on the dunes of your breasts

The day thinks of rising earlier As if to escape our gazes
Life is a black tar that stains our lungs

Your gaze, on which I finish a watercolor turns us into crystal

Each night is one more eternity where our souls mix with vanilla Let's keep our wings of hope

And Nothing is more beautiful than an invisible gaze that rests on you I am the key that opens the chest you hide, you know it well

An idea you have, a song that gallops in your head You are a gazelle fleeing the wolves
I am the fire that protects you

I am the light that illuminates you and makes you shine You and I, fantasies that do not exist
I sense wonders in a flash dissipating Meteors coming out of my body

Our story that is written three times in the instant of a kiss In my hand, the curls formed by your fingers start to dance

A siren resonates in my mind As if to warn me of your departure
I will stay on the dock, may I be your lighthouse for at least one night

When you return to earth, we will be three I will carry us on a wave like a flying fish

We will become one Through space and time Time that shaped our wings by telling us stories

It is he who inscribes us on a papyrus, and then erases us I still hear your heart beating in the waves of my sheets

Chameleon for a day, sphinx in a jar

We already no longer exist In fact, we never existed



🕌 PHARAONIC

My elixir has effect for 10 minutes 
Time to get back in my rocket 
Time to go around the earth
Time to remember your beauty forever ...

The devils are roaming around the area : it has become infamous since you forgot
me

Fire and metal in one dimension have merged in my mind 

In a distant space time,
I was a pharaoh and you were my queen 
But time has worked on me and I am nothing more than an old spirit in the body of a young man

When we dream, we join the firmament 
Everyone has to win his peace of soul 
The musical notes merge with my confessions

Do you have something to confess to me?

Those who look down on me will make a grave mistake because I will carry them away in my fire, while I will carry your love in the infinity

Dimensional travels between body and souls have made us hybrids 
Two light years away there is enough to disappear

When the ground cracks beneath our feet, why loving earthly treasures?
... when you can love our story

While men lose their minds, and fire falls on earth, we will rebuild The Pyramids where we can live together for eternity !

May we become children again 
May our road be paved with gold 
May we ward off fate together
May your heart of roses bloom on my cross !

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