David Charvet
Miscellaneous
French passport
Crossing the border
Every time I say to myself
In a foreign language
What am I doing here
But when the plane goes down
Above Roissy
All I feel
Is beautiful like a gray sky
Crossing the border
Returning from Italy
From the depths of England
Or the United States
Crossing the border
Each times I tell myself
That my accent is getting lost
But I never forget
My French passport
An address in Paris
A café on the quays
An old bakery
My French passport
The first name of a friend
A girl I loved
A garden in the rain
Crossing the border
I see my school again
My mother's smile
Pigeons flying away
A birthday evening
A dozen candles
Crossing the border
I never left
My French passport
To LA or elsewhere
Its color spoke to me
Always on the side of the heart
My French passport
The first name of a friend
A girl I loved
A garden under the rain
My French passport
An address in Paris
A café on the quays
An old bakery
My French passport
From the country from my father
As he told me
Will have no borders
My French passport

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