The tears are a kind of birds
who live the hearts of the beings.
Sometimes, they appear in tape:
Often, it is only one which takes
its flight to be posed on the edge of an eyelid.

By flying away us,
these bird-tears involve like stones
under their wings of the pain which makes the heart so heavy to carry.
But for this returning to the eyes,
from where they escape, they must fight
against the winds of the indifference of pride;
these which, sometimes catch the birds
in a large net, keep them captive
in a ball in the center of the throat.

Never let us capture bird-tears,
they are messengers of the world of our heart.
They have something to say, to show with the others.
The bird-tears sing the beauty our being.

When a tear spouts out eyes a being for
to let slip on the cheek, gather it of a kiss...
It will give to your lips words of love.