Mischievous solitude
who speaks the words of my longing.
I run into you amid hustle and bustle of life,
without looking at you
and no longer hoping to see you again .
In my memory box, messages from the void
are piling up .
I don\'t read them anymore for fear to finding
a date with happiness...
I\'m at loss for words to respond .
My lethal solitude ,I desire your black
afterlove aroma .
Sometimes floral essence or verbana
when as evening falls a tear on my
inner weary city that never sleeps...
Finally I hold you close on the sofa
of sepia-toned memories...
\'\' Are you cold tonight ? The fire is out ...\'\'
But was it ever even lit ?
My solitude you taste like bitter caresses .
The ones we give each other before saying goodbye.
You know..My dreams are waiting for you ...
Echo of my unsaid against the white on the blank...
No...I\'ts no hell maybe it\'s what lies beyond it...
It\'s no more raining on the hours of our storms .
I locked the door but you still have the key .
crazy muse who inspires my great bare walls...
- you my unbearable companion ,
keep creating more and more chaos in my mind ...
\'\' I m cold tonight ,but don\'t light a fire ! \'\'
It\'s time to go to tell the world that I\'m still alive...
Oh god ,please don\'t let me find love along the way !
I don\'t want to betray my unfaithful solitude ...