What is France without Bonjour?
It's love without affection, it's a night
without the moon: empty and solitary of a soul.
It is a kiss never given or words never spoken and
if so, there is no moment that can give back the real
Bonjour.
France would then, no longer mean anything to the lovers
neither to the dreamers or to the painters. It's no longer a
description of what used to be happiness but rather empty actions of lust.
France without Bonjour it's what I call you;
with your attitude so carefree that makes me
feel so weak, with your so called reality that reminds me
of empty streets in Berlin. And your smile of a king....That gives it all away.
"Bonjour" I say to you but, there is no hello in a goodbye like this,
cause my France has been destroyed for lack of faith and
hope for this love. "Au Revoir France"
