When by excess of lucidity
and contrary feelings
I will come to turn away
from my secondary existences

when by excess of fidelity
to the uprootings that made me
I will manage to detach myself
from everything that undoes me

when I no longer find the strength
to say yes to say no
to tamper with my bark
to ask for forgiveness

when I go to change the scenery
to face other rains
it won't be a silence of death
it will be just life

We do not choose
that road there
but
we do not suffocate
a flame like that

We do not choose
that feeling there
to have a departure
deep within oneself

Because a father because a mother
because every hand brushed
will return to dust
before anything has begun

because not made for studies
because not made for families
and not made for habits
that lighten the mind

because there surely is a place
where to gather all my brains
I am this one and that one
we are thousands in my skin

the more I advance the less I know
the more I find the less I have found
but the more I forget the more I remember
that losing also belongs to us

We do not choose that road there
but
we do not suffocate
a flame like that

We do not choose
that feeling there
to have a departure
deep within oneself
To be at the heart
and aside
ahead
and overtaken

to have a world
to meet
a trust
to find again

a trust
to find again

a trust
to find again

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