See you on Saturday
if you don't have anything to do
All the little things
make me feel good
All the fragile things
always make themselves (be) loved
And I have understood itright away
hearing you talk
I know it will always be difficult
my life is opposed to yours
but similar
It's absurd to think
that sometimes things
don't go well
and must be rendered
It's absurd to think
that once you arrive to the finish line
you don't even reach it
and it becomes a memory
It's absurd to think
but it's allowed/fair to do so
And I am less sad
if I at least talk to you
And I invent moments,
embraces and pieces of advise
I imagine stories
the moments of boredom, the blunders
that I'd have numbered
if I were capable
Because only by trying to do better
you will make me happy
However, basically all is well
It's that, objectively I don't succeed
It's that patience amuses us
for us, in love
without wanting to say it
And I paralyze our memory
in order to not lose it ever again, ever again
And I think of the laughter and of all the joy
that will never touch
anyone, ever
You will make me happy, happy, happy
because patience damns/drives crazy
those who are in love
without wanting to do so