The cicadas buzz in the sweltering heat!They aren’t to blame! It’s the age of the noisemakers!La Fontaine has long been completely forgotten,As for the ants...They still eat crumbs in the catacombs...
Buzz, oh cicadas, your tralalas,The noisy refrains without notes!It is your time, of magpies and crows,La Fontaine, the ants...They simply cannot catch your rhythm!
Tears in the eyes..., as if buds were blooming, New shoots of life sprouting in the soul, Lifting their twigs toward the sun of hope And life rising from nothingness...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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