Time Flies...




Paris 1990, tens of thousands of spectators shout

And cheer the Blonde Muse

Swaying, statuesque.


Drums that give rhythm to our hearts,

And sharp violins

That add to our tears.


Me, tensed


I stay still,

Captivated by Beauty.






2010, She is singing,

Cheering crowd

Clapping hands.



Yet, some kind of a moult,

The body has changed

But the smile has remained

And kindness is shining even more than before.


Me, fascinated,

I imagine in a few years’ time…


An eye wet for Destiny

Since in the ruthless mirror,

Glamour will have faded away...


                                                              Guy Belloy

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