His skin...white as the purest snow,
Her eyes...darker than darkness itself,
My heart...silent beats below,
Your wings...bare the grace of an elf...
His eyes...blinded, eternaly...searching,
Her skin...beholdes divine parfume...spreading,
My wings...above you...covering,
Your heart...next to mine...feeling.
ne nous laissons pas aller à l'attendrissement
c’est le dernier spectacle des fourmis
derrière ce grand sommeil
parmi les collines rouges
ne vous attristez pas tant
de cette bataille déjà perdue
la mort écrite autour d’un seul blessé n’est rien
nos souvenirs sont des lettres sans racines
la vie a toujours ses privilèges
ou ses victimes collatérales
embrasse-moi
My room is full of ghosts
I checked with the administration
And they said it’s safe
(they always say that)
Nobody is here
But they don’t see what I see
They don’t see all my dead friends
Playing whist at the table near the window
And never winning
Nor do they see dad painstakingly tuning the radio to find
That sad political debate every night
Or the old lady (her name keeps eluding me)
Knitting quietly near the grey tv set
And definitely they don’t see her
Smiling so strange
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