Apollinaire

I, give
I, contort
I, knead
I, impel

I, give the objects their forms
I, contort the beings, up tenfold
I, knead the words new reflections
I, impel these colors skywards

I create as I freeze in flames
Consign new perturbed structures

World and matter bow in honor
Confoundedly incipient they
Adequate, this serpentine constants
Fold and bend as I choke them

I transcend these primitive contours
Invert all natural bulwarks

All there is and will be
Is a silhouette of my reality

All there is and will be
Is a silhouette of my reality

All there is and will be
Materials of mine

Quand l'homme a voulu imiter la marche
Il a créé la roue qui ne ressemble
Pas à une jambe il a fait aintsi
Du surréalisme sans le savoir



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Writer(s): Egemen Kaya
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