Pure joi

Pure joi is better than ten brandy shots

But pure joi rarely happens, mostly because we expect it to be constant

and then, anxious to get it, we lost it

How can a rainbow last ten hours high in the sky?

How can love last in our eyes, permanently high, 

How can we put that lonely feeling of oublie away?

In any game we practicise, there is no joi, for we are lost players

Love players, distant players,

The unique and rare joi is staring at you, looking at you, smiling at you, listening and drinking slowly a cup of poetry with you