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

Please

There were so many stars in the sky that night
A burning river and winter in my brain
Finger to finger always makes me shiver
Would you please aknowledge the folding of my knee
The saddness of impossible dreams

Two flowers down my face and longing
For the taste of unknown pleasure
I ate a burger and three kings
I didn't bother to burry any of those things you say matter
A cloud was fading the sun had won all battles
Would you please walk around the paddle
Drives never stop unless they're beaten up against a cold damp wall

This long letter I've been writing for ever
Never reached the right word
Meanings collapsed each step of the way



Beuys

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