I think of you
in our school days,
thin, pale, a little lost.
You were already so different from us,
sad.
I think of you.
I remember, we used to laugh among ourselves
about your baby girl look,
about that strange sweetness of yours,
sad.
Pierre, I saw you again
this evening and you...
you lower your eyes,
you hide yourself and then
leave.
Forgive me
if I recognized you, but,
under the makeup, the eyes are yours.
You do not surrender to a body that you do not want,
listen...
Pierre, I'm an adult, I understood, you know,
I respect you, stay as who you are,
you who can.
Pierre, I'm an adult, I understood, you know,
I respect you, stay as who you are,
you who can.