L'Échappée >> The Escape
One day I will wake, my black eyes like asphalt;
and I will cry tears of tar;
the black lungs,
the numbed heart like a bird far from its nest.
I miss the pure air, the noise of people around anguishes me
the village intervenes little by little in this thin body that is mine
obstructing so that my happy reveries of an ideal are extinguished
Do you know what I want?
To leave living in the mountains, surrounded by tall fir trees;
to lay on the moss,
to smell the odor of mushrooms, of flowers and the humid earth.
Après l'Ombre >> After Dark
This morning near the woods
she was standing there, near me
into the forests, she rushes,
attracting me in her breath.
More footsteps in the ground
more of you in the stones. (??)
Dark, obscure, reveal yourself, I am there.
To the chapel, tremble
a throat widens