Did we really know each other ,
we who were so alike ?
You were born in another century
as fleeting as a few moment...
I was Lawrence the magnificent ,
You were king Françoi\'s daughter .
I was more of a terrorist style
in love with a silent doll...
Do you remember all those flames
we never shared ?
An evil fairy took you away...
Did you give yourself to some thugs
just passing through ?
Or did you take the veil of the immaculate bride ?
I haven\'t stopped imagining you
in the madness of possession ,
and languor of abandonment ...
I used to run away a lot ,
letting the key drift out to open sea ...
You trembled at the breeze of that other
who stole me your soul behind the lies
of the burning mouths...
Did you ask the rain to make it look
like you weren\'t crying ?
Solar promises of the first storm...
I am rereading your letters
that the absent-minded messenger
forgot to deliver ...
I learned to decipher what\'s left unsaid
between the lines...
You won\'t be here next summer ,
your skin soothed in a bed of seaweed...
Would I have been jealous of all those senses
eager to be consumed by your scents ?
And did that first wrinkle give your smile
the gentle tone of a mother ?
I have chosen to adorn my poetry with biterness...
I hold you close in my tears .
And on the flesh of the clouds,
I engrave this epitaph for a love ,my sister ,
whom I shall find again in the eternal return...