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

Stagger

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Time
Nail, finger, hand
Wood on the floor and wooden doors and big bad boots
Hair in my eyes, sweat in my neck - on my skin
Saying stuff about my brain
My body doesn't can't and won't move like I'd like it to
Stiff and dry on the outside
Just like the letters of the mother tongue that break in my mouth
Burning stones inside
Mute and stupid dead dry flower
The person I am isn't in the flesh,
See
I am the flesh

Wall back hips
Nice and sweet
Whiskey and wine
Breathing out deathly somke with a smile
No skirt, no,
dark - dark
trousers
And the eyes of you
on me

Sadness out
Happiness out
Death in
Pleasure out
broken knees, chest and mouth
don't you see

Killing
The eyes
Kill
Dry

Turning blood into ashes
Ain't no easy process
It takes skills and time and knowledge
Switching the light off ain't

No

How could you
me





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