I walk on cotton and cloud
or streets at random
and is nothing to do with autumn
(I’ve been thinking about this)
nights are thick
stretching like a duvet
over thin light
and flashbacks are drills
penetrating the walls of my fortress
(I am not going to talk about this)
...but your name is getting louder
and louder
in my head
and when I finally fall
asleep/ there’s an echo
La solitude fourmille déjà dans nos villes,
dont les rues sont hantées par l’Oubli.
Tout déborde de riens qui se rangent en double file
au nez de mecs parfaitement inaccomplis…
A la barbe des glabres, passe l’ombre blanche d’un espoir
raté, criblé des rayons nocturnes, qu’une fée
mauvaise tisse pour nous et brode de désespoir.
He was looking at a sunny window. He didn’t know what a window was. He thought it was a door and walked out. Time has stopped. Even if he had some notions about flying, he kept his wings in the pockets, and fell down. Now, the window he looked at is covered with a velvet curtain and his chair is moved facing the wall.
I thought we could be together for ever
But now I realise it was just an escape,
The sweet dream of today’s sinner
Like the passing taste of a choky grape.
I never realised the rose was sear
That love could be my whipper
And my heart will scream for fear
Of my loneliness going deeper.
The darkness it’s my haven
And I’m a mouse in a cat’s paw
For me there is no heaven
her face too subdued
(don't you think?)
her hands too small
her ears in the right place
unlike her eyebrows, her nose and her mind
her back? a pack of bones
holding hopes at night
and that !dress
in the morning
she should eat more
no, less
no
her chin never moves
never moves
she sometimes does this with that
sometimes she doesn’t
sometimes she doesn’t?
she never ever.
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