In certain countries it is anarchy

Then there is a return to nature

As where cows, sheeps...

And a the Marne river

The oaks alleviate the soul

And the green of the grass the landscape

"The welcome" of Calogero

Rocks our dreams

Looking at the sun shine

We think about inequalities

In city for "Sean Jhon"business

It is with my pen

That I write little by little

On sheet my sufferings

While words take shape

As stars which scintillate.

                          P.Amandine and R.Laury