I\'m 100 and still a child .
Crossed-out pages of the diary
of so many forgotten faces
and buried lives .
Rain and boredom passengers .
I\'m 100 ,and I beg your pardon
for all these illusions ...
I, who have invented so many destinies
of poets, musicians ,warriors and beggars.
With this girl it was not for ever .
Her womb remained sterile ,
cold empty bed in the heart of summer...
I walk in the echo of the voices
that call out to me ,
claiming the price of betrayal .
Was I so disloyal ?
I\'m knocking on the door
of old adresses
that do not open .
The blind stare at me in anger .
Deaf no longer listen to my blather .
Was I just a liar
with promises of happiness
in the morning press ?
Was I just a charming impostor ?
Prince of trends whose grimaces
made the glitterati applaud !
I\'m 100.
I\'ve seen tired walls crumble ,
burrying libertarian fantasies...
Human animals hungry
for the venomous kiss
of forbidden planets ,
wasting their seed
under paparazzi\'s avide gaze ...
I breathed in the nothingness of lovers
immolated in the drunken faith
of new times ...
I\'m 100.
You\'ll be celebrating my death ,
enjoying the feast of my carcass .
You ,who incensed me with laurels !
I\'m nothing but this grotesque
Cesar of oblivion ...
The ploughing of my face ,
horrifies you !
But you carry me
like purulent inner wound
and incandescent remorse
of some delicious sin .
Spider\'s slimy embrace ...
Take one last look at me !
I am this century that\'s fading away !
Ardent flesh of sorrow ...
Throw away my memory
at the milenary ossuary ...