3 février 2004
En anglais
It was a quick brush
But eagles fly and seagulls fall before getting crushed
It was a slick move
But the fountain shined and the sky was removed
It was a slow glimpse
But I saw your eyes dancing like a faraway ship
It was a long stork
But my feet reminded soaked
There was that valley
Then were your face and mine
Either tears nor light
I just faint... praying to come back.
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