I let myself be absorbed by the time, the short absences animate the emotions, but the long waits kill any semblance of attraction.
I let myself be consumed by this fire, the better to be reborn from its ashes and the bad tricks that melted me.
I remember to order, just to chase away the hellish winter in addition to being interminable.
I remember the heat of summer, I would gladly let myself be consumed by these complicity, this smile, these monotonous colors.
I let myself be devoured by this angelic pain hovering over my head like a gentle halo, monotonous pain.
I would be reborn next fall, even more than a philanthropist, wisdom as a source of constraint.
I would be monopolized by my own feelings.
I don't take an oath against attachment, better to protect yourself than to open up and suffer.
Free to love and laugh, enjoy every second of childish happiness.
Sunless nights and moonless days ... No more indecisive excuses.
Slowly, I lose my mind.
Slowly, you make me lose my mind.