L’aventure [English translation]

In the deep sleep and the boredom of Sundays

The wonder of the depths, which we only see under the English Channel

In the starry sky, oracles and prophecies

In the shades of cinemas, of decals

In my red dreams, and my insomnias

In the moving pictures, my little obsessions

The silly sound of love letters and their yellowing paper

In the return direction, when a flight lands

I'm looking for you

In the temples in Asia, the lighthouses and the beacons

In the compas at night, even in my suitcase

In the gusts of wind that brush against the shore

In the slot machines, where I lost my age

In the ivory pillars, without counting the voyages

In the historic archives, I turned enough pages

In the firestorms, the cafes, the taxis

In the double rooms, where I wait for you in the bed

I'm looking for you

I'm looking for you

In the eyes of children and their way of laughing

In the beautiful white start, which in the evening, without saying anything

Lays at the horizon, to get up higher tomorrow

In the footprints, on the wet sand

In the moist lips on which I lay

My bruised mouth, to look for the dose

Of your mournful absence and of my fearful nights

Haunted by the memory

Of your inner sky

I'm looking for you

I'm looking for you

But I can't find you