The drop of water

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Rapha-aile, Little Prince,

Discover the drop that carries my words.

Decipher its message

Decode its omens.

Listen as it washes its ills from my face.

Rapha-aile, Little Prince,

Follow the drop that purifies my skin

See how it travels

Admire its wake

Hear how she gets drunk and dances to the allegro.

Rapha-aile, Little Prince,

Dive into these drops that are flowing like water

Reveal the tattoos

Unmasks their images

Docks their shores, their tides, their versos.

Rapha-aile, Little Prince

Kiss the drop that makes my skin glow

Reflecting the world, its ages, its landscapes,

Become this dove, this butterfly without a cage

You're free to choose your home, your hut or your boat!                     

Rapha-aile, Little Prince,

You can love the crazy, the nameless, the birds!

Taste the hidden fruits of your wild being

Dare to embark on foolish adventures

Your words will echo in me.

Nathalie AUDIN

9 février 2025

Notes : ‘The drop of water’ tells the story of a mother who came to me one day and asked me to write a poem for her son: Raphaël. The mere mention of his name brought tears to her cheeks. On her skin, several tattoos, more or less hidden or secret, evoked the aspiration for inner freedom that she had not yet found, due to her obedience to family and societal injunctions. These in particular: a butterfly and a dove. With these words, which she would one day give to her son, she wanted to shed light on the paths that lead to the happiness of existing, like those stolen moments she sometimes shared with him, and to assure him that, whatever his path, she would always love him and be there for him. ‘Little Prince’ evokes the book that the four-year-old child already loved so much.