Emilie Vallieres –
The late afternoon light is the one I prefer
It makes the life around so much brighter
The wind calms down, yields the sound of the infinite
Out of time Out of touch
In a country so proud to shine with virtue
It is still October 6th for you and me
I hear the voices of the hippies
Their wishes for worldwide harmony
As my body soaks in the river
Out of time
Out of touch
In a nation ignorant of terror
It is still October 6th here
For you, the darkness that precedes sunrise
I dance under the stars
The safety of instruments and voices
Created to arouse love and joy
Out of time
Out of touch
Who would step on my dance floor with a machine gun?
It is October 7th for you and me now
I sleep with the doors unlocked
Naked under a floral blanket
That will remain smooth and fresh
Out of time
Out of touch
Cradled by a lullaby full of humanism
It is still October 7th
A long afternoon full of upside down mattresses and stained blankets
As I stay in my safe space
The pages of your calendar stand still
A single day is not enough to shelter all the screams and pain
The time bypasses your memories
They touched her with indicible hatred and there is no healing
Just incredulity from the outside world
Here, October 7th is a past day
I walk the streets of a high-end neighborhood
The warm hand of a man
Who gives me a candle to light for the young victims of war
Out of time
Out of touch
Surrounded by people who put the blame on your children.
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