Miroslava Odalovic


Le Petit Prince

dans cet moments
Le Petit Prince
Il parle de fleurs
Il parle d’amour
Est-que-c’est un planet
Le Petit Planet de Le Petit Prince
Ce que je cherche
Sais pas

Tu sais Antoine
Il avait done
Beaucoup de Marse(s)
Beaucoup de Saturne(s)
Beaucoup de Jupiter(s)
Beaucoup des planets
Peutetre seulments
Parce qu’il n’y avait
Une place de manger
Un petit beurre
De petit beaute
De beatitude

At this very moment
The Little Prince
He talks of flowers
He talks of love
Is it a planet
The Little Planet of The LittlePrince
That I am looking for
I don’t know

You know Antoine
A human
Has been given
Lots of Mars(es)
Lots of Saturn(s)
Lots of Jupiter(s)
Lots of planets
Perhaps only
Because they had
No place to eat
A small breakfast
Of little beauty
Of beautitude

Submitted: Friday, December 09, 2011
Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2011

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