| Dance in the harbour
Paris mars 2007 |
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| They are walking to the harbour
Tonight, The Ma’ohi ballets are performing By the sea He is in the love for this woman She also is That’s what she tells herself She fears the day when She will no longer be in the love They pause by a liner On the point of sailing away Then they walk Along the water Hand in hand They come near the artists The toere and the pahu are resounding The dancers are so beautiful She loves the harbour dancers She imagines that he could be desiring them He stares at the dancers He wished he was in the lovers’ bedroom They would go through the city Crushed down by the heat There is no wind To carry her to the bed Turn the light off From far he would hear the music Tahitian songs, very far And later, the cry Of the leaving liner Would cross the streets and the walls And the lovers’ bedroom door And then, much later, He would hear Softly The song of the woman Who is in the love. |
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| Raí a Maí is a Tahitian poet and fiction writer. | |