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Migraine

Migraine (February 4th, 2005, Paris, France)

Round and soft were the twin mountains,

Smooth the slope, covered with tender trees and shrubs,

From the top of the twin mountains you could see down into the valley

Where a peaceful stream

Gave its rolling sound to the gravels

Of its bed

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Rain would fall, smooth and tender

Giving birth and life to plants and bloom

Rabbits, hares, does, lived at peace,

Bees and Birds took their life from the

Blue light of the sky

Rain was a friend, Sunshine was a friend

It rained

First it rained for a day

A day is not much,

A day is the right time for happiness

It rained for a day and a day

And the day thereafter

Then it rained until there was no day before and no day thereafter

Rain that had been seeping down the slope

Bringing life and peace

Rain was burrowing and gripping plants

Even trees that had only known the peace of growth

Were uprooted

Rain streams began, running down to the stream,

Carrying with it mud, branches, even rocks

While the twin peaks were not to be seen

The peaceful stream first received peacefully

These mountain water

Then the debris blocked the passage through the gorge

The grey turbulent angry water accumulated behind the debris

Rain continued

Storms came and another storm came

Light was only fog

Fog was only cloud

Grey cloud

Dark cloud

Cloud seeded with thunder and flashes

Shouted themselves against the scarred slopes

The angry water carrying dead life

Was pushing against the debris wall

Swelling against the tender slopes

Hurting the slopes with the bites of jagged waves

Huge waves assembled and joined forces

To rush in conspiracy

Against the soft crying walls of the valley

Beating and drumming against them

In an orgy of desire to punish

The water was so high and so demented

That none could understand

How such softness could contain such fury

Those who could find safeness in death

Took it rather than be slung again and again against

Rocks

The water rose and rose

The waves were no longer waves

But one shrieking monster

Of hatred

The dam broke

The hatred waters rushed down through the gorge

Killing and killing and killing

The dam was empty

The slopes were barren

Trembling like survivors

Rain stopped

Sunshine came back

The twin peaks appeared,

Doubtful and fearful

Life would never again be the same

Rain that head been friendly

Would now plough into the scars opened by the storm

And rush down the slope

Carrying destruction and memories

Sunshine that had been life

Had become the sunshine before the storm

And sunshine after the storm

None trusted anymore

All were waiting

And their waiting was rewarded

Rain would come again and again

Water would mass again and again

Storms of hatred and waves of anger

Would throw themselves

Against any hope.

A day was no longer a day of life

A day became a day

Before

A day became

A day after

Everything was dying on the rhythm of migraine