Sables mouvants [English translation]

I am older than you,

But you have the desire , to look at me

The first journey

I bend my neck under your kisses

You gently push my closed

Door

And you told me, somehow:” I want to love you.”

And, in the void that I step

A little broken,

Without seeing, knowing, listening to anything

You said : ”I want”

With enthusiasm

You lay down

In the quicksands

Of doomed loves

Our seasons are no longer the same

You are spring

I am winter

And the season of our “ I love yous”

Can take us to hell

I am older than you

But I have the pleasure of looking at you

We take the journey

In a reborn

Life.

You gently push

My door

Ajar

I have all the stars in escort

To travel

And it’s a gift

To wait for you, to dream of you

And it’s a gift

For donating

All your summers

And it’s a gift.

The day rises

To settle down

In the mornings

Of a new world

Reinvented

Our seasons are the same

You are the spring of my winters

And the season of our “I love you”

It’s the season of hells.

One day, tomorrow, I will leave

Without saying a thing, without any explanation

Tomorrow, tomorrow

But before going farther

Our life is carried away adrift

Before anything, let’s forget

And share this very moment

Your life, my life

Before the thunderstorm

Where everything is blown apart

So as to melt, to meld,

In making love,

Let’s gently close our door

Let’s close our door gently

And, hidden,

We will have the sky in escort

To dream

And without a memory, without knowing a thing

But to live

Just this very moment

And live it

In the quick sands of our doomed

loves

The seasons,

What can they do?

We are going to love each other

I am older than you

But I have the pleasure of looking at you

We take the journey

In a reborn

Life.