The English translation tries to reflect the meaning of the French text and is not always as 'poetic' as the original text.
I'm always open to suggestions.
"I want to bring you coffee, sweets and water, simply water."
Taking the tram to the beach the eyes fixed on the clear content in this crystalline glass.
Bring you this precious gift,
this freshwater
to desalinate you
to clear your memory
for you to empty your unconscious.
this freshwater
to desalinate you
to clear your memory
for you to empty your unconscious.
This liquid that the skin cannot retain
slips
between the fingers
as one day we will lose live.
slips
between the fingers
as one day we will lose live.
Once this water was our sweat.
One drip maybe
remained and like a blowtorch
remained and like a blowtorch
lit the fire that came over me
days after hours, minutes before seconds.
Gained time. Lost time.
The flame that burns in me does not want to be extinguished.
This inferno which I thought wouldn't cross
my path, my destiny anymore.
days after hours, minutes before seconds.
Gained time. Lost time.
The flame that burns in me does not want to be extinguished.
This inferno which I thought wouldn't cross
my path, my destiny anymore.
I thought I had finished that part of the game called love
my destiny has judged differently.
This water is meant to soothe but the glass suddenly empties its content
My hand is wet | condensed ice water paralyzed my fingers.
my destiny has judged differently.
This water is meant to soothe but the glass suddenly empties its content
My hand is wet | condensed ice water paralyzed my fingers.
I can make only one single movement.
Dump this imaginary source in the sea
This is why tears are salty
My body has drawn water from the ocean and returns my grief to its designer.
Dump this imaginary source in the sea
This is why tears are salty
My body has drawn water from the ocean and returns my grief to its designer.
Why does the joy embrace of seeing you again translates into an urge to shed tears in your neck?
I just want to look at you, avoiding touching
I just want to look at you, avoiding touching
the water from my body boils and escapes from the pores.
I return to the source.
I will not pour this precious water, clear as amber. I rather let her be fossilized so one day a stray will find this shell on a distant beach and translates this message of all times with a furtive smile before continuing its path.
