Poeme : … A Demain !

Doing the Camino was Magic,
To meet so many Pilgrims… Fantastic !

Doing the Camino was Necessary,
To find myself, after Paris.

Doing the Camino was a Challenge,
Even if for a lot, it can be strange.

Doing the Camino was a headlong Rush,
When you reach Fisterra, you don’t have to blush.

It was the End of the walk,
With all these great folks.

It was my Way to find my Way,
With all the dreams, before I left away.

It’s now time to bring them back,
With all my abilities, they’ll find the Track.

It’s now time for a start-up again,
Help me for this, to drive my Van.

Please like the Picture,
Studying outside, in my Fur.

duiŋ tə kamino was maʒik,
to mi so mani pilɡʁɛ̃… fɑ̃tastik !

duiŋ tə kamino was nəsesaʁi,
to fɛ̃d mizεlf, afte paʁi.

duiŋ tə kamino was a ʃalɑ̃ʒə,
əvɛ̃ if fɔʁ a lo, it kɑ̃ bə stʁɑ̃ʒə.

duiŋ tə kamino was a əadlɔ̃ɡ ʁyʃ,
wɛ̃ iu ʁəak fisteʁa, iu dɔnte-avə to blyʃ.

it was tə εnd ɔf tə walk,
wit al təzə ɡʁəa fɔlk.

it was mi wε to fɛ̃d mi wε,
wit al tə dʁəam, bəfɔʁə i lεft awε.

itεs nɔw timə to bʁiŋ tεm bak,
wit al mi abiliti, tεjεl εl fɛ̃d tə tʁak.

itεs nɔw timə fɔʁ a staʁ yp aɡɛ̃,
εlp mə fɔʁ ti, to dʁivə mi vɑ̃.

pləazə likə tə piktyʁə,
stydiiŋ utsidə, ɛ̃ mi fyʁ.