They never see her
even when she tries hard to be...

Amelie wrapped me up
in her French songs...

When I raised my hands,
she came tenderly, bathing me...

As she unlocked the door,
a thousand black stars fell from her heart...

Buried alive
The minute I heard my first love story...

Gently, i feel free,
watching the sunshine melting and dividing...

I cried my last word,
breaking all the connections...

George saved me
when I was writing my epitaph...

If you could get out of your own light
for three minutes...

I look at him,
thinking of my horizontal life...

I'm living.
come back later, around eleven...

What is this thing in life
that keeps me dazzled and dazed...