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J'ai l'impression de flotter

Lorsqu’on l’a enfermé
 Il voulait s’enfuir
Lorsqu’on l’a libéré
La liberté semblait le fuir

Lorsqu’il existait
Il n’a pas connu le monde
Lorsque le monde lui était imposé
Son immensité pesait lourd sur ses pieds

Lorsqu’il était prisonnier
C’étaient des peines de travaux
Lorsqu’il est libre
Il est condamné à rien faire

Lorsqu’il avait du temps
Il cherchait à bâtir sa vie
Maintenant qu’il a Le Temps
« Tout ce que je vis est irréel »

Maintenant, maintenant
« Il n’existe pas »
Car être
C’est être vu ! 

A Somalian fisherman is accused of being a pirate and arrested by the French Police. He is imprisoned in Paris for 3 yrs. One fine day, the police decide to release him, but Abdulahi doesn't want to leave! He has nowhere to go! Not even his own country!


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