Stand the earth

I can see a man, erect, as a warrior would be;

he stands against a world of uncertainty;

he belongs an ancient world, not meant to die.

I can see a man, erect, as a wild poet would speak out

his timeless beauty; his eyes of justice

scan the ocean of ochre mountains dressed in dry deserts.

Was he carrying a gun ? I cannot remember.

I can see a man,

his velvet black eyes tear the violence of the world,

watching, alone, like a poet or a warrior.

I had sean this man somewhere, clad in different clothes,

scrutinize a too far horizon of a world too wide for him.

A poet or a warrior ?

I saw him turn back

his lonely eyes on me

asked what emptiness would be.

And I saw this man

hold again his dreams,

I was no one.

L'homme debout (in "La main des libertés") traduit par Bény.

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