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Foreplay

I have loved you for so long.
Since the wheat, aligned, is beaten by the wind.
Since the caravans of incense,
Travel the paths of time.

Beyond the galloping stars,
The multiple envelopes,
The pitiful cyclops,
Beyond dreams and detours,
I love you beyond love.

One always comes among these solitary child-men.
And I get lost more and more.
And yet I have so much solidarity in me,
To their epic and superfluous dramas.

I waste too much time before finding you, each time.
And during all this time, each time,
I find myself like this child who cries,
In the corner of a room. Alone and in pain.

Beyond the galloping stars,
Multiple envelopes,
Lamentable cyclops,
Beyond dreams and detours,
I love you beyond love.

And yet I always keep preciously in me,
This mystical bond that connects me to you.
I surround it with all my love, always, since Methuselah.
Against all I protect it, even against myself.

In this life, I have forged a heart for myself by studying hearts.
I hope I have not failed. I hope to be victorious.
I hope to be on the right path, the right artery,
The luminous one of perfect lovers. Love that quenches thirst.

Beyond the galloping stars,
Multiple envelopes,
Lamentable cyclops,
Beyond dreams and detours,
I love you beyond love.

I have loved you for so long.
Even before time was time.
In these moments so sweet and so distant,
Where we ran happy to be only children, cherubs.

To have, precisely, before us, a long eternity,
To love each other even more, my beautiful twins.
And if our quest was simply to perfect love? Make it sparkle.
To think about it so much and so well that it reveals itself to be magical at every moment.

Beyond the galloping stars,
The multiple envelopes,
The pitiful cyclops,
Beyond dreams and detours,
I love you beyond love.

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First fusions

I think in silence, I feel alone…
Sitting, at the top of this cliff overlooking the savannah,
I watch the sun set on this world full of pride.
Its colored spray dies one by one in my diaphanous soul.

This pink runs through my eyes and gets lost in my heart,
This magical mauve warms the top of my head.
All these magical colors speak to my soul in celebration.
I love these bewitching paintings born from the love of the Great Dreamer.

Why am I so different from those of my clan?
Am I too fast or too slow?
I perceive the world like a child,
Without veil, without judgment.
And you arrive in my life for the first time,
You are Love, the light in my night, my way.

I still don't understand why,
The woman who has just arrived in my clan, with her people,
Haunts my mind so much… Plunges me into this emotion.
I am very shy and I don't even know it.

I arrive behind her, she turns her back on me,
I smell her scent, love rises crescendo.
She turns around and looks at my soul.
Her eyes speak the language of angels, she sets me on fire.

Why am I so different from those in my clan?
Am I too fast or too slow?
I perceive the world like a child,
Without veil, without judgment.
And you come into my life for the first time,
You are Love, the light in my night, my way.

Stay, don't go back to the banks of the world, far from me.
On the banks of this immense river,
Whose strength scared you, the terrible power.
Don't go back to the banks of the world, you are mine.

Stay there now, very close to my heart,
I am the master of this mountain, I know its mysteries,
The secret passages and all its smells.
I will know how to love you, let's begin our ministry.

Why am I so different from those in my clan?
Am I too fast or too slow?
I perceive the world like a child,
Without veil, without judgment.
And you come into my life for the first time,
You are Love, the light in my night, my way.

And life passed over the first lovers,
No one saw them separated for too long,
One without the other or absent.
Thus begins the story of a growing love.

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The cycle is continuous

The Earth turns tonight and the sky is deeper,
Of these human thoughts that are created and undone.
That find their echoes in the very nature of life.
That emit waves and diffuse to infinity.

Dreams carry promising futures,
Of sweetness and beautiful deceptive hopes.
People entered my house tonight,
To discover the fig tree that I tame on my territory.

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

I'm coming soon my sweet love...

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

A smell has flown away to my soul and filled my head!
It is stronger than my beautiful sounds, it is older, more present.
It is what must fill this void, my void. It is what is stubborn to me.
What is perfect, adequate, unexpected. What is soothing to me!

Mmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Yes, it is me, I am here, finally…

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

I feel like I am rewarded by a force that escapes me.
This magical force that hammers my heart, that strikes me.
I savor these seconds that pass quickly.
She stayed. She let herself be captured. Lovers' reunion.
Never again will I feel this emptiness that was eating away at me, this lack.

Mmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Yes, it's good...

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

I remember it too, on the edge of its cliffs of yesteryear,
Which overlooked these vast arid savannahs.
We have come a long way since then, here, I am less of that child.
Here it is harmonious, you will be at peace far from rigid minds.

I know now that I will find you again all the time.
You will be my hope for peace. I would be your sultan.
Everything before you will be just a mad race.
A race whose prize will be your sweetness, the perfect protocol.

I will wait for your caresses. I will look for you everywhere,
Now that I know you exist. I will resist.
I will let them kill me if you get to the end.
Your celestial scent will be my quest, from deserts to forests!

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

I will still love you in 10,000 years from now...

Mmmmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmmmm

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An obvious fact

It's cool tonight, the desert sand shines with humidity.
Gilgamesh is back, it seems he's changed.
That's what they say here, in Uruk. That would be good,
I've had more than enough of this good-natured tyrant, this dog!

We worked hard during his absence.
We drew lines, built walls.
I did my share of my sad penance,
I am this architect who writes the future.

I saw a woman today, a strange apparition.
She was turning the corner of one of the streets of this city of demons.
I don't know why but this image stays with me.
I'm sure I know her though. She puts me outside the law.

I will go out again, walk my streets, my shaded alleys.
Other street corners, other enchanted places.
Sometimes I breathe in like a wild animal the pearly scents,
Of perfumes that barely evaporate to find you.

Gilgamesh can come back a thousand times and bring back ten thousand Gods,
There will still not be enough to fill my gratitude…
You are here at last, before my heart, before my eyes,
Your everything, infinite liberation, indivisible and promising, sublime beatitude.

And so it was, the story told us,
That among the most famous lovers of prehistory,
Few approached the quality of that love, timeless, obvious.
Few could understand the game of souls that love each other in time.

History also tells us, from rumors to whispers,
That this couple inspired astronomers and thinkers.
Their daydreams made men advance, moved walls.
And never has one seen such tenderness, such ardor.

May they endure in the heart of sacred legends!

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Where are you?

Oooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

My back hurts… I like it though: building roads, buildings.
But my back hurts. I’m bleeding. Their whiplashes are killing me slowly. Surely.
I am Pharaoh’s slave, one more, one less, what does he care?
I am Hebrew and it is my fault. I am weaker than a dead leaf.

Yet I breathe the same air.
My heart is like theirs.
I could have been a scribe, a thinker,
A poet, a creator or a magician, a father!

Oooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Stop dreaming! Stop dreaming! This ribboned guard shouts at me.
And he impregnates the lesson on my back with great blows of the whip.
Yes, I do my homework, everything is coming back, little by little, don't worry!
Rest assured, I will be dead before I forget what you teach me.

I am only a slave, a prisoner, I have no rights.
But I know that she exists, I feel her, I even dream of her sometimes.
She heals my wounds, one by one, with love and gives me the strength to resist.
But I am where I decided to come. To atone a little more, to move forward.

Oooooooooooo

Oooooooooooo

Oooooooooooo

Oooooooooooo

One of those lives rich in pain that make our souls grow.
She is so sweet, my beautiful stranger, that is how I live her, my drama.
Me, I am still raw with my emotions. I must work hard to deserve her light.
To follow her in kindness wherever she goes. To make her proud.

The rumor grows more and more, I heard it too, is there any hope?
The brother of Pharaoh is, it seems, of our blood, a noble mirror.
If I have to walk forty years in the desert to finally find you,
I will face this cruel sand when it slips away under my feet, I will follow this saint!

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Stop dreaming! Stop dreaming! This ribboned guard shouts at me.
And he impregnates the lesson on my back with great blows of the whip.
Yes, I do my homework, everything is coming back, little by little, don't worry!
Rest assured, I will be dead before I forget what you teach me.

I am only a slave, a prisoner, I have no rights
This fool shouts at me, I have no rights!

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

One time too many on my hammered, flogged body.
A stinging lesson too many that has just drawn my last strength from me.
I have no more strength, no more time! No more momentum, they took everything, decimated everything.
Forgive me. You come to me to console me one last time. I can already see the porch.

The light invades me and I leave you.
The sky turns, it turns ceaselessly.
The sun dazzles me.
See you soon my sweet life,
My haven of peace.
See you soon, I will wait for you.

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High File Sophia

Beautiful and eternal Athens! I am finally home!
You did not fail to keep your promise and my heart is burning.
We found each other as children, loved as adolescents and never left each other again.
So, tell me, isn't it better this way? To love each other in this antiquity?

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Σ'αγαπώ

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

A life well filled with love and tenderness. The only true things.
I am a philosopher, I like that and my goodness, I have a very handsome presence.
A little young in their eyes to have the respect of my thoughts, of my essence.
But I like to walk the streets and talk about life. Spread the good fertilizer.

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Σ'αγαπώ

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

The fire that devours me when I look at your breasts,
Only your lips can extinguish it, soothe it.
You are there, near me, my delicate beauty with braided hair.
Your presence, subtle and graceful, my half.
My part withdrawn from the feast of the Atlanteans.
My sweet desired, my beautiful soul valiant.

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Σ'αγαπώ

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

An angel passed by and wrote down the address.
This couple, once again, brought intoxication.
Like a nectar that the Gods, good and salutary,
Drink delicately this evening while painting the rivers.

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmmmm

Σ'αγαπώ

Mmmmmmm
Mmmmmmm

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A hill under the olive trees

Where I am the olive trees grow in abundance, the light rains.
I have a small welcoming hill, south of Jerusalem, from where I can watch,
The city stirs and trembles. By the glory of Rome and these games.
There was a child who came to my olive grove that I loved to observe.

A very strange child, with a gaze that pierced me,
And with a comforting smile… Angelic.
A child powerful with all the strength of heaven, magical.
A very small child with so much magic, that frightens.

A child who felt alone, sad about his difference.
Who found in my olive grove the perfect deference.
The respect that suits his greatness,
The calm that soothes fears.

Today, he has become a man who has proven himself, he has grown up well.
He comes to cry in secret under this tree where I am sitting.
Cry for our brothers whom he came to save.
Far from these fiery desires to want to love them all. Far from these bloody crosses.

My house is empty, I live alone, not a woman by my side.
He is the only one to soothe the pain of my withdrawal into life.
My compassion torments me to be nobody without magic to give.
Already few people will open their eyes after he has served.

The greatest tearing of my lives unfolds before my helpless soul.
Before my feverish fists that close. Before my growing rage.
The Pharisees are smiling, I will not be able to tolerate it.
What will remain of him? Beautiful writings? Beautiful thoughts?
And the acts of men will remain insane?

No one watches over you anymore my friend. I'm here, don't worry, I'll take over.
I'll look at you with love since you're already so high. You're flying away.
I'll take from your suffering as I always have, the wind that rises.
Bring you my respect as when your little feverish feet paced my ground.

Is it you? I didn't expect you anymore, my angel. My wife, you're welcome.
I didn't expect you anymore, my sweetness of life, my haven of peace.
I look up, he's still smiling at me. He has in his gaze the sweetness of one who offers with his heart.
The sacred heart. He kept his promise. We know it without speaking to each other, without holding back.
That's how love is, the true, the fairest. Sweet and perfect.
This is love, the same that pleases the heavens. That scares the mockers.

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Food for the lions

I have always believed in you, Lord, since I was little.
It is instinctive. But now I am afraid. I tremble, I shudder.
These heavy bars that hold me prisoner,
Pierce me more than sharp stakes.

They will take me there, to this dusty center.
In their cursed arena, we will all go, from the youngest to the oldest.
I can already hear them moaning with impatience. They are stamping their feet, getting impatient.
What hideous monster will they choose for me, terrifying creature.

I want to find her again.
I haven't had much time to love her.
What am I accused of?
Being of Christ and loving him.
They want me to deny him, I can't!
Take him out of my soul, they can't!
Tear him out of my heart, let them not think about it!

Around me are my brothers, my sisters, all praying and lamenting.
I feel alone. They took my wife and quartered her.
She, the sap of all sweetness, the apple of Christ's eye, my eternity.
They killed my daughter in front of her. I can't stand it. Dark droppings!

She, so small, saw everything of this horrible scene.
She was trembling, sitting on this dusty and laughable ground.
Then, they killed her with a blow of a sword behind the head.
It didn't take much, she was so fragile. Feel my storm!

And the children applauded.
I didn't have much time to love her.
What am I accused of?
Being of Christ and loving him.
They want me to deny him, I can't!
Take him out of my soul, they can't!
Tear him out of my heart, let them not think about it!

The door opens. For the first time I smile.
The guard doesn't understand and gives me, with the back of his sword,
A well-placed blow that makes me stumble. I expect the worst.
Around me everything is only din and noise and for us no respite.

Three heavy gates have just been raised.
Big beasts have just come out, enraged.
One of them is already tearing off my little brother's legs.
I stay there, I'm ready. To defend myself, what can I do?

They chose the lions! Lord, I come to find you!
And the children applauded...
I didn't have much time to love him.
What am I accused of?
Being of Christ and loving him.
They want me to deny him, I can't!
Take him out of my soul, they can't do it!
Tear him out of my heart, let them not think about it!

I didn't have much time to love him.
What am I accused of?
Being of Christ and loving him.
They want me to deny him, I can't!
Take him out of my soul, they can't do it!
Tear him out of my heart, let them not think about it!

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Beer for my chiefs

The Alemanni are close to us, ancient grudges.
We hear them roaring with all their fears,
With all their ancestral rages.
What am I doing here? In this bloody fight!

In this jumble of swords and shields,
Which resound like the hammers of my dear forge.
I come to empty my rage, to pierce heads, throats.
I have in me an uncomprehended pain, I come to forget it.

Beer for my chiefs! On the spot!
The order rang out throughout the camp!
We must prepare for battle, sharpen the blades,
Make the shields shine and count the souls.

I have come to avenge my father and mother,
Whom these barbarians from the north have killed. Bitter memories.
I deserved to be here at Clovis's side!
Towards Tolbiac I marched and I did my duty!

The olifants resound. They are there, in front of us.
One of them fixes me with his fiery gaze. He is as ugly as a lice.
I am not afraid of him, I am strong from my past of tears.
What do I care about their swords and their claws, their weapons!

Ale for my leaders! On the spot!
The order has resounded throughout the camp!
We must prepare for battle, sharpen the blades,
Make the shields shine and count the souls well.

I am alone in life but I do not care!
I am here to atone, so that my soul can bear it!
The shock is brutal. You hit me, I hit you.
All this noise around us. You push me, I catch you!

Your looks are sadder, you know that now.
Your looks are sad my friend. But I don't have time.
Forgive me. Forgive me for this extra blow of the sword. I have no choice.
Yes, look at my eyes, rest, I have no choice.

Ale for my leaders! Right away!
The order has resounded throughout the camp!
We must prepare for battle, sharpen the blades,
Make the shields shine and count the souls well.

I am not complete. I lack gentleness.
I have only rage and the hidden desire not to be the victor.
But I will fight, to the end and glorious,
Will be the one who closes my eyes!

How many of them there are, one by one or two by two.
How many of them there are. And each has his own, or his own.
No jealousy today on the plains of Tolbiac.
No respite, only clattering coins.

Ale for my leaders! On the spot!
The order has resounded throughout the camp!
We must prepare for battle, sharpen the blades,
Make the coins shine and count the souls well.

Call me Lord, do not let me gorge myself on their blood for too long.
For honor and reason, I will not let myself be killed so easily.
Evening is approaching. The sky is flaming red. God is absent.
He has hidden his eyes. He has children in both camps.

Evening has come, we have won, and I have not fallen, alas.
I will grow old alone now, teaching peace.
Seeing that children do not die in war weary.
I will die alone now, moving away from the ugly.

Ale for my leaders!

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Books in Alexandria

Are you ready, my dear? It's tonight or never.
We must save as many as possible.
Tomorrow, this general 'Amn Ibn al-'As will land. This pig.
Are you ready, my dear? The powerful caliph spoke in his unspeakable language.

Come, come quickly, let's sneak into these dark alleys,
Where we have loved each other many times, let's be shadows.
Let's sneak, to the hidden treasure, I have the key.
This beautiful library, I have walked it so much.

The door opens silently as if angels had carried it.
Oiled. As if God were there to help.
But what writings should we save? Which ones can burn?
It is heartbreaking for us to have to leave some.

This one is worthy, that one is far too light to leave here.
My God, this book, if I take it, I will leave a hundred others to asphyxiation!
My God, give me the strength to choose well so as not to miss a single word,
A single precious word that would deliver them all, these sad fools.

I look at you, complete treatise on heaven and the heavens. Aristotle was an enlightened one!
I look at this treatise and I can only take a part of it, sacrificed!
I leave the heavens to heaven, forgive me Lord. They are only children.
I take this one to be forgiven. My shoulders bleed from the weight of its giants.

The door opens silently as if angels had carried it.
Oiled. As if God were there to help.
But what writings should we save? Which ones can burn?
It is a heartbreak for us to have to leave some.

Come close to me. The day is finally breaking.
I hear them screaming. All my dear scraps of parchment.
Stay close to my heart for fear that it will give way.
That it will open the door behind which I will not be wise.

This terrible caliph has no more soul than a pig that is being slaughtered,
Look at the flames, it is the wisdom of men that is disgorging!
No more words than a dog, this dreaded Saracen!
May this swarthy piece of junk live with this crime!

The door opens silently as if angels had carried it.
Oiled. As if God were there to help.
But what writings must we save? Which ones can burn?
It is a heartbreak for us to have to leave some.

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Words for Charlemagne

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

Year of grace Seven hundred and eighty-eight, mark the date!

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo
Here we are, you and I, in this little class.
Before we ran in the fields, we couldn't stay still.
You tell me that you too would like to be a teacher later.
And I only look at your two eyes, so green and your pretty braids.

I have so much love for you.
I can't wait to grow up to love you even more.
I'm only a little boy of barely eight years old, not very old.
And my short pants make me look a little silly.

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

Let's start the dictation... Once upon a time...

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo
I like stories that start like this.
Once upon a time there were two souls, sisters, twins,
Who both appreciate apple-cinnamon pies.
You look at me with tenderness... You smile at me...

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

Pay attention Charles! Stop dreaming!

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

I'm just a little boy, nothing more. I have the right to dream!
And if it pleases me, to dream now in my blond head!
What are you going to do to me? Put me in the corner, redden my fingers?
I will dream even more, know it, just to escape.

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

The games go by and get agitated, the hormones shake the hands of time
And the children grow up, inevitably…

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo
I've had enough of this teacher, she's old and she limps,
Sad turn of events. I grew up, I don't care about his adequate words.
I walk on these flowery and perfumed spring paths.
I pick here and there, the few blue rarities, the sparse flowers.

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

Any good words for Charlemagne? Here are a few:

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo
I have, in me, the pastel dawns of the world, the thousands of proses.
When my orange and yellow suns awaken, my sky becomes pink.
I secretly keep all the colors of time, its smells.
I keep them deep inside me. Where they rain with happiness.
In a rainbow of life they spread in me when you smile at me.
You light up my sky. You are the star of my system of life. The axis of my lives.

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

Any kind words for Charlemagne? You fell asleep in my arms.
Once again. I will join you soon.
That's how it is. It's our life, our path. Any kind words for the king?
I'll tell him to his face, now that I'm going to join you...

Mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooo

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My Kingdom for Jerusalem

We have all left. We will walk these winding paths,
And we do not care how long it will take us to get there.
We will get there! Pierre L’Ermite and Gautier Sans Savoir, the pious,
Guide us. We, the little people, are sent to deliver the Holy Land from the beggars.

You stayed in the village my sweet, my haven of peace.
They took me by force. I was well however, nestled close to you,
In this sweetness which magnifies me. They took me for their king.
But you are my queen, the only one who feeds me.

I have been walking for three long months without respite.
My traveling companions are often turbulent and then die.
They plunder everything that interests them. They take everything they can,
Steal everything from people like us, like them. They plunder everything and leave widows.

I am not a warrior. A peasant, a dreamer at most.
But not a warrior. They call me the little monk, the chubby one.
At least they understood that. They respect me and that is good.
It must be said that with me they are at peace. They have more for themselves.

Year of grace one thousand ninety-six. The Turks are in front of us.
We are not warriors. Peasants and dreamers, at most.
They are going to massacre us. There are only twelve thousand of us. We are all on our knees.
I saw what was going to happen. I saw it.
The plain will be red with our blood and our journey will end there.
I am fleeing this long herd that is heading for the slaughterhouse. I am not going to stay here!

I see the Mount of Olives in the distance. Finally. My heart jumps.
I did well to come. I feel it. It is washing me of my sins.
I am sitting under an old olive tree, faded, a thousand years old.
Its soil is warm, I feel at home there. The beautiful preliminary.

A hundred thousand bodies for a city. A soul for a word, a hundred for a sentence.
Many have knocked on the doors of Saint Peter since? In this sky with topaz lights.
How many have entered? My kingdom for this Celestial Jerusalem!
My kingdom and then all the rest!

And time makes men and women disappear, one by one, each in their own time…

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Once again, one last time

So many lives my beautiful, my dear sweetheart,
So many lives! We loved each other so much!

I am only a poet, a dreamer, a magician of words, a thinker.
Not a warrior however, not one of those idiots who walk the streets,
In search of power and professional glory. Who engender fears.
They say I am capable of great things. But I collapse under their judgments, their pus.

For you, this day I wrote this book, a book that speaks of us, that speaks of you.
A book that tells of our exploits in time and the history of men.
A book to keep you, to praise you. To show you the way.
Of those magic books that disappear with time that turn into albums.

In this life, I just have to close my eyes to create.
I just have to look, to dream.
Many muses have traveled my soul, bewitched, charmed,
They are gone but I have kept the strength of what they taught me.

That madness is mistress of this humanity that we loved so much.
That I have looked for you everywhere, I have failed in my precious oath.
But I have found this blessed path that leads to the deepest part of the light.
That keeps away the cursed, that locks up the vipers.

In this last life, I am prey to injustice, to frenzy,
Absolute evil has set up its legions that cling to my life.
Everywhere on earth I have been soiled, everywhere on earth they have stolen the beautiful,
The magic that I wanted for you, so that you look at me from high.

I will find you again once this life is over.
I have kept my love intact even if they have never stopped,
How many false princesses scratch my soul!
Souls torn, dead, who were badly brought up.

A little more courage my love,
We will be reunited, soon, forever.

Courage

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