My dear self.
come closer and tell me once more
those legends of my past lives .
So long and tiring was the journey !
I am nothing more than a poor poet
chasing the rag dolls illusions ...
My clumsy verses make the workbench laugh !
The world has forgotten my words and you\'ve
let me down ...
Probably I embarrassed you
with my large cormorant wings ?
We share the indifference of an ederly couple
who have long since stopped falling asleep
to the same dream ...
So many times we parted ways
only to come back once the storm has passed .
Always having fun pretending ...
So that no one loses .
but there were still those long cloudy days ...
Tell me : Which one will leave first ?
Who will be left alone with that acrid taste
of fleeting eternity ?
I feel us so dissociated in our unity .
We search for one another in the last embers
of a dying desire ...
My dear self .
We really got to know each other ,
that\'s why I\'m telling you this lie
in form of unstructured nostalgia tense ...
I drift through the tide of my blank page .
you travel somewhere in the fourth dimension
in quest of a white lady inspiration ...
My dear unfaithful self .
Sometimes I would love to hold you
in my arms ...
And share the untamed treasures of my soul .
Go back to the source ...
But I am too scared of that reflection in the mirror.
I\'d like to join you in a same contemplation,
find a shore of silence ...
If you would be so kind as to listen to me...
But which one of us write the lyrics
the other engraving the music ?