They smoke cigars.
They drive big cars.
They sell missiles
but rarely write epistles.

They build high walls.
Do they really have balls?
They’re proud to say I’m a rough guy!
Do you think they never cry?

Mr President will never tweet it
and I don’t care if a he has a fit:
great men
are women.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Did you hear
the voice of the stars in darkness?
Did you grasp
the nature of daylight?

The Light is the Mother of Light
as Love is the Father of Love,
and we can get through the night
without any fear
for we see in every man’s
and every woman’s eyes
their bright reflection.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Avez vous dans les ténèbres entendu
la voix des étoiles?
Avez vous compris
la nature de la lumière du jour ?

La Lumière est mère de la lumière,
comme l’Amour est père de l’amour,
et nous pouvons aller sans peur
à travers la nuit
car nous voyons dans les yeux
de chaque homme et de chaque femme
leur éclatant reflet.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

in your Spirit I see the Dream
in the Dream I see the Night
in the Night I see the Light
in the Light I see your Heart
in your Heart I see Love
in Love I see the Spirit of God
since ever and forever
your Spirit

© Frédéric Georges Martin

dans ton Esprit je vois le Rêve
dans le Rêve je vois la Nuit
dans la Nuit je vois la Lumière
dans la Lumière je vois ton Cœur
dans ton Cœur je vois l’Amour
dans l’Amour je vois l’Esprit de Dieu
depuis toujours et à jamais
ton Esprit

© Frédéric Georges Martin

en tu Espíritu veo el Sueño
en el Sueño veo la Noche
en la Noche veo la Luz
en la Luz veo tu Corazón
en tu Corazón veo el Amor
en el Amor veo el Espíritu de Dios
desde siempre y para siempre
tu Espíritu

© Frédéric Georges Martin

He lives a billion light years away.
He surfs the gravitational waves.
He has found galaxies
in the shadows of quasars.

Cosmological dream.
He gently kissed Andromeda,
and neither time nor space
could keep them apart.

Poet of the Night
in love with the stars
gone before
the break of dawn.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The more countless stars gleam vividly,
the more words live intensely.

Enthralling paradox of the divine Scheme:
everything is both false and true.

But we too are alive like in a lucid dream
and Love will stay this wonderful Blue.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

One minute
to have a lifelong dream
with you.

One minute
to watch the shadows of clouds
moving silently on ocher mountains.

One minute
to gaze upon a small white church
bathed in the sunset light.

And one minute
to walk hand in hand
leaving no trace in the sand.

© Frédéric Georges Martin