By Mory Keita
The springs and summers of our days are spread across this seashore
Like some lonely drunkard lost in the sweetness of his beverage.
Shall we see ere the end those unseen moons and sunsets,
Those wasted times lived with dullness in lieu of vagabondage?
Perhaps there is redemption, a magic defying the laws of physic,
At some place I have heard of long ago during some trivialities;
At some shrouded place pours water from a fountain that renew the vow of youth.
Perhaps we might find it accompanied by some old companions
If we sail the sea and travel across earth like Jason and the Argonauts.
Guided by venus, we may find that trio of one-eyes crones,
Those ageless creatures said to know everything that lies on earth.
Will thou come with me delicate flower of saintly days?
Let us sail hand in hand and heart in heart under the moonlight
Like sunrises and sunsets, springs and summers to that oasis of youth.
Let us run away from these insolent sights of youths and nurses.
Under thousands smiling faces of constellations and stars,
Walking On the trail of Venus listening to love songs and tales of heroes,
Perhaps we may found that fountain of youth and regain our juvenilities
And live those springs and summers that lie across these seas.
It may be we shall not return from this odyssey or find the spring
And live again those unlived days as I forebode,
But we shall see some sparkles of adventurous days we missed long ago.
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