Clarence St. Hilaire

Crispy Hair

The day I saw you
Your beautiful white teeth
Have weakened all my bones.
Your beautiful sharp-pointed black apples,
Your two round and solid mountains,
Attached to your trapeze hips,
Have turned me upside down.

Maid at Mrs. The Pain's house
With crispy hair and ugly,
You were more virtuous
Than my pretty mulatress.
Wasn't it yesterday
When I invited you
Inside my own field?
We were young lovers...

New ball game

Looking at you in this empty house,
Sitting in this rocking chair,
I dream of you, a brand-new you.
Ten years from now, melted will be
Your innocence with the burden of age.

Looking at you in this empty house,
I think of you in a special way.
No quandary in mind
That, filled with joy is your beautiful heart.
No need to refrain the misfortune of your past.
Command your love to move with me!
You really deserve the best.
Yes it is a new ball game

Subway day, Token Blues

The morning breeze has just gone.
The toes and heels on the stairways,
The beautiful squeaks of the ferric tracks,
All played along with thee, 0 magnificent King Token!

Your joyful clicks in the turnstile,
Majestically give proper tone
To the concert, excluded all walkman.
It is perfect blues, a pure tandem of brass.
Deep in my soul is a marvelous song.
Out there stands the beautiful rectangle
With transparent windows and two people attend.

0 sweet chariot of time!
I glanced at your underground shiny ways.
Tell me your horizon is not too long.
Reign on my heart, reign with no crime!
O token of my life, sing for me the blues!
O turnstile to the mainstream,
Let me take a deep splash!
It is subway day, and the music began.

Scandal

The World cries, the world roars.
The giant attacks of misfortune,
To our feet which often stumble,
To our cities which boast wisdom,
Bring with crash our words of freedom
In order to pay, because of our friends,
Of our hard hearts, careless and rebellious:
The hunger, the poverty and the wickedness.

The world cries, the world roars.
Because of these handicapped people
They kill with words: pardon and pity
Ignoring their possibilities,
Yes the world cries, the world says: stop!

The world cries, the world roars.
Because of these people who make bombs,
The world says good bye to its old tombs.
The world cries, the world roars
Because of our I love you without feelings.

All perish 0 people of the world!
In spite of these words thrown of our paths,
Longtime ago by the creator,
To give us joy and peace
The world cries, stumbles forever.

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