And I diedAs the thunder crashes-in an empty sound.(It turned my soul into a wound)My life is destroyedWithout youMy mind is destroyedWithin meI know a place where flowers bloomPlease take my hands into the woodsPlease distract me from my painIt cries loudly into my veins.

I want to make of your life a monumentFor the days you lingered in sadnessWith high towers and wide gardensWith stones engraved and carved marbleFor our names illustrated as immortal soulsFor your joy constantly reflected in my joy.

It starts between two sunsBetween dream and sleepLike a sigh after oblivion-The way you hold the night.It goes on in a kissSo many pains exchangedLike a song of compassion-The way you reveal my name.It ends In my bodyIt ends In a shiverWhere we remain only Two soulsAnd, naturally, We recognize each other.

I remember Your wonderUs two, lying on the skyYou were explaining me the worldIts weighs,And I said: "I will write for what is alive. ""I come from emptiness, not from nothingness. " And I kissed you without understandingYour sun came to surprise meAnd he loved me to hunt me down(And I wanted to ravage you).

I see -Your bare skinShining the sun of springYour neck refreshedBy an indolent breezeYour tangled hairOur lips sharedI see -The ultimate landscape of your beauty.

I hear you talking to me in a dream(Your kiss felt asleep on my lips)I see you coming back from DecemberAnd slowly enter in my shelter(Your warmth, which all my nights depend on)You tell me about your immense love(We can heal from certain wounds)You tell me about your divine love(It has the shape of your hands)

I love youOf the tempestuous love That unites the sea and the sailorI love youLike the round of the sun High up on my gardenLike the shape of your hand in my own Like the breath of your breath -at dawnI love you beyond life itselfBeyond obviousnessI love you in the union of my sensesWhen they order yoursIn the evening silences

In your voice, I will hear all my painsAnd with your words, I will understand them I will tell youThat everything is uncertain(And so possible)And I will give you my hand(Inaccessible)

You are in meThe cry of the wounded beastAnd though always near me,I never reach you.I do not know who of us,Of the other, is the captiveAnd I like to believe that you live Out of timeOr that my boat canLand to your shoreTo be like the flower, Blooming,Freely.