Je t’aime [English translation]

A spot of summer laughing on the teapot

A slice of bread with butter melted on

Breathing off your cheek, your sigh and your light

Walking on a sidewalk, dreaming ... dreaming of taking a train.

And this tear in the morning of my belly

And our exhausted bodies shaking into life in their bath

And when I clasp you to me

And when I burst you open

And when you kill me

And when you hold on to me

Want to throw myself out of the window a hundred times

The window of your eyes

The window of your body

Reading and reading again the same letter a hundred times

And telling you I love you and then telling it again

That I love you, better than this, I love you

That is my cry

It is my anathema

And I will yell it for a long time

Until after the last volcano.

I love you , I love you

I love you tenderly

I love you like rain and ash

I love you like ember and wind

I love you like the whales who love the man who drags them

Toward the harpoon that awaits them.

I love you so much that I crave on your grave

bomb holes that would burst the cement of any German bunker

That I love you, better than this, I love you

Should my fountains lack rain, no matter if it kills me, I will write it with my own blood

That I love you, better than this, I love you

Better than a cry,

It is almost a

blasphemy

It is God sharing the same bed with Satan since the dawn of time

When I love you

I love you

I love you.