The class photo,
The rosy smile of a girl who's out of my reach,
The sly expression that follows my grin.
The life that traces
Memories that no longer have enough room,
And the cocky swagger that trips me up.
Time goes by...
I pretend,
I act big,
I invent fathers for myself,
Big and strong, who are nothing like me,
But who give me the strength to believe in myself.
I pretend,
I tremble at the thought that nobody loves me.
I cling to my mother, who takes me in her arms.
I pretend that nothing will happen to me,
Nothing will happen...
First chills.
I learn the guitar under the covers.
Her mother doesn't like me, it's kind of dumb.
The nights go by,
And my first love boards the airplane.
My tears mix with Milton's Brazil, (*)
My first song.
I pretend
I act like a guy who this doesn't happen to.
I'm absent, she's not coming back.
I kiss lips that I don't know.
I pretend.
I hold my lifeless voice at an arm's length.
I open doors where people want me.
It makes them smile,
They say they'll call me back.
They don't call me back.
And then one day,
Hands reach out to offer me love,
Voices unite to guide my path.
Crowds surround,
Those who love me,
Others who count down the days,
Those who give me hope for "always".
Too many people around.
I pretend,
I act like I believe I deserve all this.
I'm trembling,
These people are here for me.
I tell them about my life,
And they see me.
I pretend no longer.
I give life back to my voice at an arm's length.
The one I'm waiting for must be hidden there.
She must be hiding, I don't see her.
I don't see her.
The first day,
I get back up if someone pushes me down in the yard.
I'm Thierry La Fronde (**), I always win.
And time goes on...
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