And I come to look for you
even if it's only to see you or talk to you
because I need your presence
to better understand my essence.
This popular feeling
is born out of divine mechanics.
A mystical and sensual fascination
imprisons me to you.
I should change the object of my desires.
Not settle for small quotidian joys.
Act as a hermit who renounces to himself.
And I come to look for you
with the excuse that I should talk to you
because I like the way you think and what you say.
Because I see my roots in you.
This century already at its end,
full of parasites with no dignity,
it only drives me to become better
with more will.
To emancipate myself from the nightmare of passions.
To look for the One above all good and evil.
To be a divine image of this reality.
And I come to look for you
because I'm alright with you.
Because I need your presence.