Le dernier chaperon rouge

26 min

There once was a queen who gave birth

to such a deformed son...

that people long doubted whether

he could even be human.

The queen felt so horribly sorry

for her son...

that she banned him to

the far and barren forest of Hocus-Pocus.

For years and years the monster

lived there, hidden and lonely.

Until a nuclear missile from deep within

the Earth turned his life upside down.

This missile had in its womb

thousands of hoods, full of life.

The first to reach surface

was more beautiful than anything else.

The monster saw in the appearance

a sign sent from the gods.

And the slaughter began.

Many girls died in his claws.

Until one day, one of the girls

escaped her horrible destiny.

And this is how the legend of the old

lady with the bad legs...


Many years have passed since

the monster died.

And haunted by her

memories of dancing...

the old lady dreamed of stealing

the last hood's legs.

This is the insanity of everyday.

So I'm telling life:

I love you, life!

- I feel rotten.

And I want to burn myself

- Tease with my fingers,


my ears in the wind.

Speaking with my teeth,

And I, I want to make my

body shiver.

Come push the button and

the hood will come out.

Do it.

She's sleeping for years

- deep below the earth

Hey, come on. Push the button

and wake up that hood.

I don't want to be done yet...

where everything is hidden away.

I was dying of boredom

in thousand-and-one nights

and thinking of him

I can only say to boredom:

if only he was here again,

if only it was nice again,

shed some light into my night,

then there will only be warmth

in my heart.

No more here and there

only dum de dum.

And my little boy

only gets pretty flowers

a bunch of birds,

and my eyes in his mouth

crazy about my boy,

crazy from here to there,

crazy for life.

I'm telling my heart

that to die in your arms

wouldn't be so bad.

That's why I wish you were here again,

that's all I'm asking for.

Go touch.


Her skin...

so soft...


Her mouth, her eyes...

We are...

alone in the world.

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Go to sleep, little girl.

Turn around and follow me

onto the road of happiness.

Go to sleep my little lamb.

Onto the Hocus-Pocus-Trail.

Come with me, come with me.

You're all

messed up.

Go to sleep, sleep...

Such long stilts.

Lovely, beautiful.

See you soon, girl.

Come here, little rabbit.

I'll squeeze you

until the last drop.

Your blood will be my energy.

Those stilts are mine.

Just for me.

Just a little while and I

will dance again.

In my eyes I see

blue suns

a trip sparkling with light

from a glittering cosmos,

I'm up in a thousand

kinds of smoke,

in bubbles of sparks,

A Hocus-Pocus-Garden.

Where mushrooms do the Polka,

in this spring I see...

the metaphorcerer's voice,

and suddenly my spirit

leaves me diagonally

A Hocus-Pocus-Garden

where everything sways and swings.

All the blood...


Push the knob and the door

will open.

Time after time I see in you,

alchemy in spring

Time after time I read in you

shivers within,

but I read in these eyes

I can't tell what, how

horrible the fire is.

The fire of despair

And yet, and still

I feel in these fingers

the feeling of my joy,

I see in this arm

the wind of noise,

I see in this mouth

shy somethings,

and on this nose I see

the scent of a kiss,

I hear from this ear

the echo of a miracle,

the sound of a night

that's gone, forever.

The sound of a night

that's gone forever,

and the sound of he who burns

himself on poetry...

and comma, says:
I love you.

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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