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Je cours dans ma tête (I run in my head)

I have been horizontal for far too long

To not sigh at the sight of windows

Dressed as silhouettes

That my heroines lend,

Golden. Like a party.

 

And winter is not born that the grass is already white

Like the perfect scum of a sea at home

Like me who does not advance me

What a few cubits

Towards a secret morning.

 

But I run in my head, yes I run in my head

I run in a thousand seconds the hidden faces of the world.

Yes I run in my head, very quickly in my head.

Very quickly in my head.

 

But I run in my head, yes I run in my head

I run in a thousand seconds the hidden faces of the world.

Yes I run in my head, very quickly in my head.

Very quickly in my head.

 

There is in all idea a huge staircase

I build a city as large as France

Where I will not live I have better things to do elsewhere

Around the wells

Who are dancing. Near my heart.

 

The silences of my nights I take them through

Go through dementia, as it took me a while,

What absence the red apnea, how to sort one's blood

From black,

Towards you. Who justifies my nights.

 

And I run in my head, yes I run in my head

I run in a thousand seconds the hidden faces of the world.

And I run in my head, very quickly in my head.

Very quickly in my head.

 

And I run in my head, yes I run in my head

I run in a thousand seconds the hidden faces of the world.

And I run in my head, very quickly in my head.

Very quickly in my head.

 

And when I go to sleep for the last time

I will count the hours that made my happiness

Many more kilometers behind the sound of seagulls

Than a 747.

And I run in my head

I will have seen it. My quest.

En bière (In a coffin)

Blue lips of time flowing upside down

Reverse the silence by kissing the earth.

Is there something else than sounds to break the glasses?

The sun stays good, and life only dust.

On a beautiful spring day, the grass ran aimlessly

Like frenzied stones that no longer ran out of steam.

No more people in the head, of a girl in a coffin

No more world or sand to make the sea spring.

She died crying,

Red and laden with ivy, so weak and so powerful

She died like a song

May the rain that is moved today tenderly

Will sow her innocence until the end of the night

Will sow her innocence as a fire ends

A child cachecache discovered the whole

Lovers cut by a very great torment

They loved each other like we burn, without iron and without

Even in the commas of their letters of blood.

But life was crying out, no water, no adventure

No rain or moose to the young people who bloom

When their clumsy bodies plunge into it rise

At the height so vast of their beautiful nature

She died crying,

Red and laden with ivy, so weak and so powerful

She died like a song

May the rain that is moved today tenderly

Will sow her innocence until the end of the night

Will sow her innocence as a fire ends

One day will come the end of the long beginnings

Who tear the carcasses of youth who takes

They loved too high for their bodies too small

And fell dead, but died of saying yes.

She died crying

She died like a song

She died crying

They loved too high for their bodies too small

She died like a song

And fell dead

May the rain be moved tenderly today

Will sow her innocence until the end of the night

In two children who love each other there is all the movement

Necessary to the ground to pour its torrents.

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