You

     I know you're there ,

like an acrid  sweetness 

and bewitching  fragrance 

by my side ,silent  visitor 

on a spring morning when I was born ,

soldier of all wars of an unwanted life ,

you, who replaced  the absent breast ...

You,whom I perceive in calm and  anger,

smile erasing  memory  from the granit ...

I contemplate you sitting on the living room sofa,

friend of the sleeping  cat  ....

Often, I've longed for you  in the peaceful alleys

where the flowers talk about ephemera ,

but you were evasive at the  rendezvous ,

respectful of judgement that condemned me to live !

   You ,my elegant inspired  melancholy ,

endless  winters of frozen  rivers

that are only  those inner tears ...

You,who carry the pain of so many generations,

mother of all battles,  daughter of dread and confusion,

you don't have a name ,you're only what we think,you are,

   black book ,white pages  and requiem , 

at night you put out the torch ,Amen ! 

Evil can curse  or glorify you in the clash of arms !

To these cries,you  don't  answer ...

   I know it  ! 

You'll place your kiss on my cheek 

and you 'll take my hand to the kingdom of oblivion...

    You are Death .My beautiful  friend .