At the highest
At the highest you are driving me
Man of the extreme I am
I like risk and emotion
I deal with derision.
Sometimes it plays me tricks
But it is worth it
I just need an entertainment,
It is the Wailing Wall.
But you do not need to be sorry,
Looking for joy, cheerfulness,
Only remembering colors,
Forget about all the pairs.
Good things can come from bad,
To this proverb I answer
Today I am blind,
A furious mooing bull.
It is true this is harsh
Of being at the bottom of a dark ravine,
From my cries I am making a Lent
And I am keeping Faith anyway.
Poem written by Michel Hilger