Who can narrate all the beautiful stories
Stories, tales, moments of glory
The joy without a determined duration?
I was wrong
Live intesely the moments of grace
The most beautiful births that leave traces
No regrets, just as if the time had stopped
I was wrong
Who can narrate all the beautiful departures
Happy travels, planes, train stations?
And when the habits ressemble boredom
I lied to myself
When half becomes the opposite
When every second has a taste of earth
The day when the future becomes past
I was wrong
Who can narrate all the beautiful stories?
Numerous in life, I want to believe
Today, I know at last the truth
And I let go (of everything)
I was wrong