My childhood passed
Grey in silence
False reverences
Lack of battles
Winter I was in the stomach
Of the big house
Which had dropped anchor
To the north among the rushes
Summer at half past © nu
But quite modest
I was becoming Indian
Yet already certain
That my fed-up uncles
Had stolen from me © the Wild West
My childhood passed
Women in the kitchens
Where I dreamed of China
Aged in meals
Men with cheese
Wrapped themselves in tobacco
Silent and wise Flemish
And did not know me
I who every night
Kneeled for nothing
ArpÃÂ ©I u200bu200bwas grieving my sorrow
At the foot of the overly large bed
I wanted to take a train
Which I never took
My childhood passed
From servant to servant
br/>I was already surprised
That they were not plants
I was still surprised
At these circles of family
Strolling from death to death
And mourning dresses
I was especially surprised
To be part of this herd
Who taught me to cry
That I knew too much
I had the eye of the shepherd
But the heart of the lamb
And my childhood ©clata
It was adolescence
And the wall of silence
One morning broke
It was the first flower
And the first ¨r girl
The first kind
And the first fear
I wanted to I swear
I swear I was stealing
My heart opened its arms
I was no longer barbarian
And the war came
And here we are this evening

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