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Poetry quilting

Poèmes mélangeant les langues pour des impressions authentiques. Poetry with words from many languages. Quilting with impressions. Initialement parus comme légendes de photos .

Why is the moon grey? 

 

Humans of my planet
Remember the day
When our home's blue palette
Revealed its beauté
On a magical photo
Taken from Apollo

Mars is just more red
And Venus is bright yellow
Jupiter's tornadoes
Are surely artist-made

But...why is the moon grey?

The humans of Apollo
Jumping on the lune
Have tiny little drapeaux
On their white costumes

Every accessoire
Brought there by the mission
Betrays some couleurs
Of where they come from

And look: the moon is grey!

Where did Farben go?
Echappés à l'homme...
Washed away by l'eau?
Or maybe by the sun?

They say it's made of metal
And when the light l'éclaire
The grey we see is normal
It's always just been there.

But deep down we all know
Our chère Mond is so old
It was born with the light
When the world was black and white.

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