My island

My island,

You are only a point,

In the ocean

But as you get closer,

You are attractive.

From your Furnace, you spit out your anger,

To cool you down in the ocean.

My island, my land, born from the sea,

Bitter is my thought of having forsaken you.

From above, when I came back,

Your rib was so beautiful.

I saw the town of St Denis,

as if it were pouring into the ocean.

From the top of your ramparts when the Fog lifted,

Like a cloud I sat down and cried ...

Cried that I had wandered away!

You sometimes bubble like a river of blood,

you snake your shoreline and make a spectacle of yourself,

Looking for a passage.

From your incandescent lava your roaring magma

To let yourself be surprised by your ocean

Of the raging sea drawing a little more the contour of your coasts

So beautiful and endearing

Dense island,

Intense island,

Island where one dances ...

I would like to take a flight,

If possible with two people,

To find yourself and live intensely,

Wonderful moments ...

Like a stamp I will put the ink,

And I will remain forever

Anchor in your island,

Where I was born.

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