Angel
Guet-Apens
To Colin-Maillard
[Words: Christian Décamps]
Tell me how they repainted winter
Tell me why the snow is slipping away?
More than half a century of shooting in the dark,
They say I'm playing Colin-Maillard!
Am I late the last solstice
To slip an eclipse into my dream,
But I fulfill the desire to scribble at night
By nestling my iris on his lips.. .
Yes, I fulfill the desire to scribble at night
By nestling my iris on his lips...
To Colin-Maillard
All the way end of the corridor
I have to play!
Stand up, in space
Immaculate, of my race
I have to hang around...
Drag the puzzle of an image,
The puzzle of a bad day,
Turn, turn the page,
Cry against the light!

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