I know you\'re there ,
like an acrid sweetness
and bewitching fragrance
by my side ,silent visitor
on a spring morning when I was born ,
soldier of all wars of an unwanted life ,
you, who replaced the absent breast ...
You,whom I perceive in calm and anger,
smile erasing memory from the granit ...
I contemplate you sitting on the living room sofa,
friend of the sleeping cat ....
Often, I\'ve longed for you in the peaceful alleys
where the flowers talk about ephemera ,
but you were evasive at the rendezvous ,
respectful of judgement that condemned me to live !
You ,my elegant inspired melancholy ,
endless winters of frozen rivers
that are only those inner tears ...
You,who carry the pain of so many generations,
mother of all battles, daughter of dread and confusion,
you don\'t have a name ,you\'re only what we think,you are,
black book ,white pages and requiem ,
at night you put out the torch ,Amen !
Evil can curse or glorify you in the clash of arms !
To these cries,you don\'t answer ...
I know it !
You\'ll place your kiss on my cheek
and you \'ll take my hand to the kingdom of oblivion...
You are Death .My beautiful friend .