Sac à main [English translation]

I hold it in my hands, I made it, I proceed to the autopsy

Of this faithful animal that follows her like a little dog

Strongbox, intimate, partial and unique witness

That she accommodates in the hollow of her kidneys

But which she calls, as if this was all natural, her "handbag"

A fleas' powderbox in a case of black velvet

Out of which the white powder's grains glide on the mirror

A paper back, peppermint and subway plan

A sample of perfume, lip balm, 3 or 4 pens,

Some cigarettes, yes but she has decided to quit smoking

Thus half packages of ten (cigarettes), of which she buys two at a time

The ringtone suffocated, the telephone that she takes a long time finding

A missed call, this annoys her, messed up again

Of course, the wallet, burried like a pirates' treasure

Heavy as a breeze-block, it contains the pictures

Her parents, bell-bottoms. A Christmas with a cousin

In the background, the Formica table, the one which is now in our kitchen

Instead of the choice, I smile stupidly

Like the "team member of the month". Yes, but for how long?

I've earned the right of being shown to the (girl-)friends

Like those who - before me - were in the show window

The guilty organizer turns into a time machine

Our first date, Friday 2nd June at 8 p.m.

My name more and more present, until the day when we were moving in together

And underligned in red, the date of my birthday

I skip to the future, I get off on next wednesday,

You have an appointment at lunch time with a certain Sebastian

On "it's over"- Avenue, at the Lovers' Cafe

The portrait in the wallet soon is no longer going to be mine.