A/N : For this poetic text, I experience automatic writing. And to add some spice to the work, I didn't bear my glasses or contact lens. So I couldn't see what I write. Funny experience ! I let my hand fly on the paper almost instinctivly, writing all thing which crossed my mind whitout searching to create a coherence. And when I read the result I was astonished. It was like a poem with two voices, both Alexander and Hephaistion speaking, But in the same time as if they were in the impossibility to communicate. I give you the result as I wrote it without modification.


The ghost


The body abandonned on the bed

Eyes opened to infinity

Through the window a light

Stroking slowly the skin so pale

—X—

But whatever the heat

Nothing more will give you colors

He waits, his dreaming gaze

Hoping one moment…

—X—

The ghost of his love

Floats in the night

—X—

Feeling a presence, the king calls

Is you ? Where are you ?

Why such mystery ?

Do you want to feel my love ?

—X—

Show you, I want to see you again

To feel you against me

Have you ever dreamed…

Have you ever…

—X—

He waits hidden in the dark

Linked by his love

He waits patient that the hour comes

Do you know who I am…

—X—

Feeding with your dreams

Sustaining you at each pace

But you were not there

At the moment of my death

—XXXXXXX—

(French version)


Le fantôme


Le corps abandonné sur le lit

Les yeux ouverts vers l'infini

Par la fenêtre la lumière luit

Caressant lentement la peau si pâle

—X—

Mais qu'importe la chaleur

Plus rien ne donnera à tes joues ses couleurs

Il attend, le regard rêveur

Espérant un instant…

—X—

Le fantôme de son amant

Flotte dans la nuit

—X—

Sentant une présence, le roi appelle

Est-ce toi ? Ou es-tu ?

Pourquoi tant de mystère ?

Cherches-tu à éprouver mon amour ?

—X—

Montre toi, je veux te voir à nouveau

te sentir contre moi

As-tu jamais rêvé…

As-tu jamais…

—X—

Il attend caché dans l'ombre

Lié par son amour

Il attend patient que l'heure arrive

Sais-tu qui je suis…

—X—

Nourri de tes rêves

Te soutenant à chaque pas

Mais tu n'étais pas là

Au moment de mon trépas.