From a pair of slippers
To baldness
In this cardboard body
Who can live here?
You can read in my eyes
And tips of my eyelashes
The silent mention
Fragile attention
To have experienced the worst
And the greatest hopes
I gain memories
What I'm losing my memory
At my great age
For which I pay the price
And the hostage-taking
By 80 brooms
Slowly
A little old man
Always on the right foot, good eye
And on relaxation
Kicking the coffin
The reaper waiting
The mirror sends me back
The warning signs
The facetious tripping
Of imbecile death
To chuckle at the advertisements
For anti-wrinkle creams
Of these futile assaults
Ephemerid controls
My friends, my friends
You left me there
As the only survivor
From a trip to Trépas
I've been running all my life
To make a stupid statement
At today's time
I didn't waste my time
A little old man
Slow fire
Always on the right foot, good eye
And on the relaxation
Kicking the coffin
The reaper waiting
Where then was able to hide
During all these years
The little laughing boy
Who wanted to be a firefighter
From this fleeting shot
To this disastrous body
Or when the time that passes
Becomes the time that remains
The time that remains
Veteran, patriarch
From balm to pesmaker
I have my fossil loves
Intact inside
I send the requiems
To hell with your verses
Choose whatever happens
The bushy grave
A little fire
A little old man
Always good foot, good eye
And on relaxation
Kicking the coffin
The reaper waiting

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