I was that child of the depths.
Afraid of scarlett passions
and fleeing lies burned
by the sun\'s gold ...
I wandered across submerged realms
where beautiful princess
had turned into deadly sirens ...
I understood these lunar languages
and when the haughty tide came,
all the lights went out on the island,
the moon told me endless tales
under sleepless skies ...
I was a physicist assembling
cosmic puzzles ,
that I destroyed
in order to better discern
the mystery of desire .
Also watching serious cartoons
and reading Bukowsky .
I hated those little pigs ...
I was terrorist in useless formulas,
in the messianic music of the spheres ,
sorcerer\'s apprentice ...
But the good doctor Freud ,told me :
\'\' Don\'t worry buddy ,
we\'ll teach you how to pretend
when you\'ll reach the age of reason ! \'\'
In the family closet
I had a crystal girl friend
who drowned in an indigo lake .
I joined her to play in deep waters.
Mother was not privy to the secret
and father never returned from the war...
Maybe sh\'es alive and married a fish ?
But what\'s the point of walking through life
with shoes that are too tight
for all the dreams of children from the depths ?