mercredi 3 janvier 2007

coming out

Sleeping, breathing, listening, hoping, i was on my way to find out the where, the when, the who, and the what.
Drinking not so much, speaking just as they were here to hear, i remember i reckoned them so much attractive. Drowning in the blue, for I no longer care of the things I said. Then an insomniac, whispering and whistling, making his way across a crumby place, told me about a girl who couldn't sleep and he had to make love to her and sometimes she felt asleep. Making love, drifting in a soft and warm stream, waking up, breathing, hoping. I left myself in my mother's belly, I think it's just not me, it's just not me. Writing. I packed my own brain, my heart, my eyes in little bag and thrown it away, drowning, well done, it's so good. It's taking off, dreams are taking off. Playing piano, so shy.
Well, all over, spreading out the congratulations, I enjoyed this, I really enjoyed THIS.

1 commentaire:

madchris a dit…

Tu pourrais mettre la traduction, penses à ceux qui ont arrêté en cm2 merde...
Je t'embrasse quand même...