Pas le temps de vivre

There are hours, where

The shadows dissipate

The pain freezes

there are hours, where

When being makes itself invincible

Leprosy bows

But

If I could have seen only one day

I would be the one you haunt

I would need now, your breath,

To defeat the incertitude

To commit/imprison my solitude

there are hours, where

The notes come undone

The tears fade

there are hours, where

When the moon is so pale

Being becomes monastic

But

I wander like a light

That the wind extinguishes

My nights have no more eyelids

To relieve one on one

My fears of being only one

there are hours, where

My thoughts are so weak

A marble without veins

there are hours, where

The one is no more of this world

The shadow of its shadow

Do tell

Of what key do I need

To meet your star

I would need now, your hand

To clasp one to one

My fears of being only one…