I contemplate myself in the reflection of the other
this judge without compassion exposing my soul
to the eyes of the mirror crowd ...
The other tells me a story I don\'t believe
but whose witchcraft is mine ...
Or I may have forgotten at birth .
The other smile at me ,playing the seducer
saying he\'s the child inside me
but who is me ?
Children play silly games to grow up
while I move the pieces on a paraphysical chessboard .
Mathematical storytelling in the twilight zone.
The other is the void that fertilizes my genius
in a demential symphonic galaxy ...
I can\'t risk going there and not finding
my way home again ...
Who will I find ? The other or myself ?
the crowd or its reflection ?
I am only the object of my pity ,
suspended like a funambulist
in a fish dimension ...
The prisoner of a cage of wingless beaks .
Unable to escape through a door
opening onto a frightening freedom ...
But maybe it\'s the other that holding me back
with my own hands ...
I need to set the clock on this faulty machine !
One day, in another life or right now,
that the other will have chosen me ...