Dark circles like black holes*
Dress up white for the big night
In thinness I become clearer
So I avoid sweets
Everything becomes clear in the mirror
I see myself upside down
This drunk twin is my reflection
He reveals all my secrets to me
In my living room, confetti
Because the child king has grown up
Now a prince, he is destined
To mold plasticine
To make an immense golem
In hopes that everyone loves it
Immoderate, I duplicate myself
So that Hell may be utopian for me
Everything becomes clear in the mirror
I see myself upside down
This drunk twin is my reflection
He reveals all my secrets to me
(Tomorrow I’ll still look like me
But nonetheless I don’t recognize myself)