belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
5 March 1998
I was born with an empty world in each hand.
Pink in the right; brown in the left.
The pink, I always thought, was
for pretty things like flowers and butterflies.
The brown, for unwanted,
like the earth and Cain's descendants.
But now I thank God that I was wrong.
Copyright © 1998 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation