It wasn't last year,
and it wasn't at Marienbad.
How do you expect me to remember?
Because of waiting so long,
I no longer knew who was waiting.
Time is a villain, with a cape and a sword
who slips his sleeping powder into your cola.
Ought to be able to choose one's own film.
There was nothing I could do, but barricade myself
inside the little house near the lake
with the pink canoe, with two seats,
which floated like that,
for no one.
Close the shutters
and don't change the water of the flowers,
forget who you were,
never be afraid again
Tell yourself that we were not
really made for the role.
Crying more than the willow tree.
Hide under the sheets
and never come back out,
to sleep on the bridge of the galleon
which let itself sink
because he knew you,
just one more to have loved you.
The sun tries to slip in through the Venetian blinds,
but it's not he who will make me rise from bed.
I've entered a long night,
and I don't intend to ask to be woken.
I look at the photos he took of me -
But I have none of my own pictures of him,
he never let himself be caught in photos.
The pink canoe with two seats, is creaking in the wind
Maybe it can be used
in another movie.
Close the shutters
and don't change the water of the flowers,
forget who you were,
never be afraid again
Tell yourself that we were not
really made for the role.
Crying more than the willow tree.
Hide under the sheets
and never come back out,
to sleep on the bridge of the galleon
which let itself sink
because he knew you,
just one more to have loved you.