Detachment

Whatever is on my mind, I say it as I feel it, I'm truthful to myself; I'm young and I'm old, I've been bought and I've been sold, so many times. I am hard-faced, I am gone. I am just like you.

Life at 23

Life at 23. Self-portrait

Moments

Des bons moments, des mauvais moments, de moments de combat avec moi-même et avec les autres, de moments quand j’étais perdue, des autres quand j’étais impatiente de partir et de recommencer de nouveau.

Des bons moments quand je cherchais dans l’amour des réponses et quand je croyais que il y a des histoires qui finissent jamais. Des moments qui sont passées vite comme le temps et qui m’ont laissée éloignée de moi-même et pour toujours sensible à des nouvelles présences.

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A la fin on est tous glaise attendant des mains capables de nous donner une forme.

Corners

And there we lied

Naked and ripped

At the corner of a love

That we once shared.

At the corner of that strange love

We've broken silence and turned it into bread

And we ate it all

Until our mouths were full

Of nothing else to say.

The other corner of that love

Remained unoccupied

Lonely and waiting

Fore someone to come

And occupy what's left.

We lied naked and ripped

And we looked in each other's eyes

Trying to remember

What got us here in the first place.

Minutes and hours and maybe half of our lives

Passed by

Until we  got old and decided it was time

To get rid of all this residues

Of a strange love.

And with our bear hands

We pulled out from the chest

Every bound that ever tied us together.

It hurt.

It let us empty and vacant and cold

Just like a hotel room.

Atlas hands

I will remember your face
'Cause I am still in love with that place
But when the stars are the only things we share
Will you be there?...