White in her hair
Years on her skin
All this capricious time
That she carries on her back
She's the woman in the middle
That we see in the photo

In her generous heart
Hidden under her sweater
We see her lover
This man who left too soon
She's the woman in the middle
That we see in the photo

Her home is warm
From the table to the trinkets
Even if there's little talk
It's very strong in meaning
The living and those
Those who deceive her
She shares with them
Her meals, her rest
She places herself in the middle
At the center of the picture

She did her best
The right gesture, the right word
So much love in her eyes
Covered us with a coat
She's the woman in the middle
That we see in the photo

In her joyful garden
I built castles
Wonderful worlds
Where I was the hero
Everything was delicious
Her cuddles, her cakes
Everything went much better
With the cocoa
From the woman in the middle
That we see in the photo

Then one rainy morning
In her bed, her tomb
Last breath, a goodbye
This damn weather
Everything is very quiet
Without her little hellos
Everything is heavy, painful
Everything is empty, too much
Without the woman in the middle
That we see in the photo

As it rains on the ground
The earth takes the torch
It's a beautiful precious wood
That keeps her warm
This woman in the middle
That we see in the photo

Sometimes I envy the skies
Sometimes my heart is heavy
How lucky they are
To have you up there
I'm sad but happy
To have had this gift
To have known your eyes
Your love and your words

I still keep you a little
You, the woman in the middle
That we see in the photo

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