Cet amour-là

"Elle dit: non, ne pleurez pas, ce n'est pas triste, en rien, en aucun cas. Il s'agit de vous et de pas vous, oubliez votre personne, ça n'a aucune importance. Il ne faut pas se prendre pour un héros. Vous êtes rien. C'est ce qui me plaît. Restez comme ça. Ne changez pas. Restez. On va lire ensemble."

Yann Andréa

Winter light

Somewhere in the city of the night I heard your voice and saw your face painting smiles on my lips and you were calm and you were nice and your letters could suffice

Somewhere in the city of the night I touched your back and slapped my hand for wishing you well and loving you so and not even knowing

Somewhere in the city of the night I started screaming in my sleep and banging on the walls because I didn't care anymore I didn't want it anymore

Somewhere in the city of the night I think I decided to burry you and leave you there just where I found you out of touch and out of dare

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