Neither direction nor compass nor signal nor landmark
Nothing but a banal role-playing game without place or reverse
Too many words in the air and here we are, lost
Where to go, what to do?
A helping hand, a shoulder, a necessary stop
In this vain and crazy race for fleeting happiness
Too much deleterious love, going back
How to see a bit clearer?

Could a single gesture make it appear
At the end of the path perhaps an open door?
Would a single gesture be enough, talking to us, letting go
Trying to know each other to be able to be reborn

For all the markers are panicking and time is speeding up
Nowhere are the words that console, reassure, or enlighten
Colors, a light, some flowers, a green light
A hope that drives us to act

The single gesture of leaving the door open
So that misfortune deserts our hearts and minds
Would a single gesture be enough, a gentleness that prepares
To calm the secret wounds, chase away the malaise?

A single gesture
It might be
Your open door
To cross
A single gesture
To be reborn
And for us to stop suffering

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