WINDS OF WINGS 2015-04-08 « It is a flight of fools » said the joker to the king. The mountains or the plains will stop them. Their bodies will vanish in ether, Their feathered costume will lie on the ground; From top to bottom, tumble, cascade and spin they will. A bubble or a balloon would travel farther on a prayer Than this insect-like contraption of tubes and stuff Which dreams are made of. In your head may be The spirit could soar to such icy altitudes Propelled by kerosene wine, and a headache you‘d get For lack of oxygen. ”That is a fact” The joker said. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 248 Back to home