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
There's nothing to say
It bleeds, hurts
Joy perhaps, or pain
pleasure
I don't know
Damaged brain
Broken legs still try to walk among flowers
and grass and leaves of may
I think I knew when the light stroke
My eyes they burn and I don't see no more
The joke is old and told by most
Mouths open
Dancing tongues
Teeth that bite while tears run down the lane

But the world won't
slow down
me
think

I can't sit, sleep
There's no weeping left for us
Stupid babies of ages gone
There's no laughing either
No talk, big or small
No future past

I never met you darling
Yet I miss you so
I didn't say or breathe or live
I just waited while men and things passed
Unforseeable
I couldn't expect neither could you

Centuries passed and grey times arrived
That's when I met you
Yet I promise
I will be you and mine and theirs
I will be plain and sad
I will and hate and cry
I will I do I am
Untrue to you
In love with you

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