When I saw you this morning at the bottom of my mirror
My eyes full of sleep finally I said to myself
That you were on me, a reflection coming and passing by
I found myself stupid when I saw you there again at noon
After two hours of intense identification
I ended up drawing the sad conclusion
That I had to admit it
But you had pushed on my head
Without asking my permission (permission)
It was then that the eyes plunged to the bottom of my ice
Widely awake this time, you between my fingers
After the shock, the astonishment, came the anguish
And the question: what can I do with you?
When I imagine in passing that you are the eldest
Of a host of brothers who are going to disembark
Should I sacrifice you
Or rather protect you
To delay their arrival (their arrival)?
After two hours of intense meditation
I found you quite cute
A little touch of white is chic with black
It's It may be a little early but it's never too late
I'm happy to have found a companion
Who puts a little perspective in my songs
Not the weight of the years but
A sign of maturity
And I tell myself that to console myself
To reassure myself