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  • Neither the weightiness of bronze, Nor the density of marble or alabaster Have any grasp for those intangible creatures.

    Neither the weightiness of bronze,
    Nor the density of marble or alabaster
    Have any grasp for those intangible creatures.

  • They are only empty shells, Ephemeral carapaces, Projection of their ideal In a matter for us more accessible, Translation of their ethereal nature For our coarse senses.

    They are only empty shells,
    Ephemeral carapaces,
    Projection of their ideal
    In a matter for us more accessible,
    Translation of their ethereal nature
    For our coarse senses.

  • And if bad weather erode them, If their wings are falling, Weary of having not taken flight, If their eyes fade of our indifference, They resign themselves to it, Inaccessible to that too material decay.

    And if bad weather erode them,
    If their wings are falling,
    Weary of having not taken flight,
    If their eyes fade of our indifference,
    They resign themselves to it,
    Inaccessible to that too material decay.

  • For in them always remains the strength To protect and to bless us, Like an intrinsic need So few paid in return.

    For in them always remains the strength
    To protect and to bless us,
    Like an intrinsic need
    So few paid in return.

  • They look questioningly at us With soothing, looking away or straight eyes They don’t judge, nor assess us Are only open on us With patience and resignation As if nothing mattered.

    They look questioningly at us
    With soothing, looking away or straight eyes
    They don’t judge, nor assess us
    Are only open on us
    With patience and resignation
    As if nothing mattered.

  • And making them blow into imaginary horns soundly cradles us, even though we are really incapable of hearing their celestial music.

    And making them blow into imaginary horns
    soundly cradles us,
    even though we are really incapable
    of hearing their celestial music.

  • But they do not hold it against us, For they drink in the chalice of Time And they know too well we are only going back to dust, While they will flutter forever Beyond our human understanding.

    But they do not hold it against us,
    For they drink in the chalice of Time
    And they know too well we are only going back to dust,
    While they will flutter forever
    Beyond our human understanding.

Location: Montreal (Canada)
Years: 2003-2004