Je lui ai demandé" tu veux essayer ?" Sur le tronçon de la d37 entre Petite Anse et les Anses d'Arlet, tu sais ce virage de la mort bétonné
Où tu mords forcément sur l'autre côté
J'ai trouvé ça symbolique
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Je lui ai demandé" tu veux essayer ?" Sur le tronçon de la d37 entre Petite Anse et les Anses d'Arlet, tu sais ce virage de la mort bétonné
Où tu mords forcément sur l'autre côté
J'ai trouvé ça symbolique
I'm on the road. Red lights in front of us, my driver goes too close.
Ichon songs into my headphones. There's a teenager at my right, I asked about his favourite music. Tiakola he said. It's like soft rap.
I recommended Ichon but now realise it's not rap. What would the kids think?
What do the kids think of me? In Marseilles, le fils du pote d'Olive lui a dit "elle est où ta copine la bourgeoise ?"
On roule, on part en voyage.
My lover's at the front. I can't hear their voices. Now it's Angèle singing. And he said, oh he said our daughter's name could be Angelina.
It's too early for a kid though.
I used to want a child with Olive. I still would love to but I can't try no more for our paths cannot cross again. Having his child would probably be hellish anyway.
I'm on the road, and I know I'll always be free, whether I'm single or not, or with one or another man.
We worked hard under the pouring rain for three hours. Cutting tree branches, leaves everywhere to pick up, mud and rain, rain, rain. We got so cold.
We made it home. I said "I wouldn't do that for any other man". You didn't reply, really. For the first time we took a shower together. Just a small moment. The hot water revived our sour bodies.
We had lunch and took a nap. I couldn't sleep. Then you woke up a bit late for afternoon work.
You dressed back up. As you were putting your work shoes on, I kneeled down and held your feet and I was shaking. I said "I want to...." You asked if it was erotic things, and I laughed and said "no.... Ah but I'm scared.... Ok. I want to tell you that I love you. But I'm scared you won't say it back, again."
You smiled and started with "that's sweet... " Then added "I love you too".
Will we work together?
yes
no
you need to change something
Je suis coupable.
Coupable d'être belle, serrée dans cet ensemble de dentelle rouge
Coupable d'avoir dépensé 150€ pour de la lingerie, coupable d'avoir envie que tu me malmènes, mais d'adorer que tu ne le fasses pas vraiment
Coupable d'être chaude et humide dès que je porte des choses comme ça
Coupable de penser à l'olivier, à mon arbre dans le sud, coupable de l'appeler chaque jour
Coupable de trop dormir le matin, de me tirer d'un job dont j'avais besoin
Coupable d'attendre que tu m'aimes vraiment, et d'espérer que sinon, mon arbre viendra me chercher
Je suis coupable.
En dentelle rouge, envie d'être tenue fermement, plaquée, mon cou serré
Je suis coupable d'être assoiffée, mais j'irai pas voir l'olivier. Car je suis coupable de t'aimer.
There's a big room
Dark with dancing lights, your friends with glimmering eyes,
Tiny people dancing, that would want me jealous
I'm dressed in pink, unapologetic and beautiful
Here you are, shining like a star and too drunk
You dance like a long cat, I've never seen you that way
Yet your words make no sense, you're wasted, wasted away
We made love in the morning, the sun was way too warm
We'd need a long storm, to be sheltered with dark purple clouds
Ordering horror novels for the fall that just started
There was a big room
I was a bright pink star, you danced with me many times
And I could see myself choosing this life
Patience
Cold
It's starting getting cold
Cold walls, a cold cat
Luminescent skies are whispering
Don't go, just stay here. Leave it time
I can't focus, my heart's speeding, at night when I feel you're too far
In fact everything's far.
Grey lights, cold dawns, the birthday pie I made for you's burnt down
Please warm me up. Make me some tea, tell me "my love"
Trees are smiling, trees don't think no more
As there's no need to
I just need to stay here.
I said, I will write a poem about making love to you
You held me tight. Your skin golden peaches, your eyes a cold light. Feel like I'll never know what's in your mind
I'll never know, and yet I can carress you with my mouth, taking your hand to have it rest on my hair
I'm pushing you to be a man, one like in the movies. Sometimes I like domination, I like feeling small like a small bird on a lake where the lion swims
I want you above me, with eagle wings spreading, I need the shadow, your eyes on mine, you lose control... From prey to protector, my voice gets warmer while you start shivering
I'll never know what's in your mind and yet that night, I woke from a dream and my mouth on your back whispered "I love you" without thinking
And although you can't hear me without devices, your hand reached back to take mine, squeezing with all your soft strengh
Tiger my spirit, are you a creature of wisdom, or of desperate clawing
You've always been inside, I'm meant to become you. I'm not sure what it means
Ripping flesh because of a love that nobody's reason can understand
Or acknowledging that nothing is at it seems, that rules are to be made, that I'm my own freedom, my own meaning
Tiger my soul, my totem. Are you destruction or a new balance
That strength that has been lurking inside, what is it made of
Are you cruelty, selfishness, indifference, are you power
And when losing everything, will the Tiger's strength prevail
Tiger my truth, my darkness. Are you morals, are you rawness
It's all been raw for a while now
Le vent du clocher
Me pousse à y repenser
Crie sans cesse la vérité
Passe entre les oliviers
Comme s'il savait
Ce vent du large et des marais
Il laisse rien s'embourber
Il laisse rien s'oublier
Mais tout se grave à l'intérieur
À force de vent dans les demeures
Un léger sourire aux dernières heures
On y repense, parfois on pleure
C'est un vent de sérénité
Pas forcément d'éternité
On n'en sait rien mais, habitué,
Le vent passe entre les oliviers
Est-ce qu'une histoire d'amour impossible reste une histoire d'amour ?
Horses.
For the first time in my life I was seeing horses. As they were running in the wilderness, a whole family running through the rocky mountains, I was finally seeing them
Yes I had been to the horseriding club with my friend Clara; yes I had mounted them, I had prepped them up, cleaned them, their hooves, brushed manes and tails - Yet for the first time I was seeing them
Horses.
Wild, free, ferocious in power, impossible to tame, distant and certain.
May 15. I felt something in the day. When I got to the sea near my place, and walked into the water, just my lower legs within... I felt it.
For the first time, the water wasn't cold. I saw a bird flying above a jumping fish. I thought "maybe it's time to let go. Maybe it's time to try something new. If the bird comes back and gives me a sign, I'll do it."
The bird flew back, dived down and touched the water. I went all in.
That night, I finally let you make love to me for the first time. With some salt in my hair, and my heart still divided.
Je t'attends à l'océan,
Mais je ne veux pas t'attendre.
I was coming up the Marseilles Saint-Charles, from the subway to the trains station. She was standing above me near the piano. Her friend was playing but her eyes met mine and she smiled. She had fake lashes, injected lips. I smiled too. Then I saw her arm was covered in horizontal scars.
I love you, I'll be there. You'll be there, you love me.
This is simple, this is light like a seed in the wind. This is golden as the sun's gently warming it.