On this Sunday 14 March, the second day of the "Printemps des Poètes", we share the ode to life composed by the President of the Amicale:
ODE TO LIFE
You start with a shout
By crying, by moaning,
You welcome us on this earth.
Then comes the time of innocence
Love without limits
A barracks without a guard house
The infinite time of childhood.
The quest for the self comes next
A voice tells us fast, fast
The desire to cross borders
The need to break down barriers
Fear of getting lost, or of finding oneself
Death pointing the tip of his nose.
Then you raise your voice, you open the way,
Where our self is well hidden
You sow joy, you distilled fear.
You prevent us from staying there.
With age and rites of passage
You teach us to be wise
By biting into the apple of serenity
We taste a piece of eternity.
You are life, you are my life
The one offered to me in this space-time
To give is to give, to take back is to steal
We only lose what we were not able to share.
With this poem I want to say thank you
For this beautiful story of sixty years.