Good day little father
I came to get some air
It's been more than a week
since we've seen each other, I'll take you
to the sun. Your cap
your bottle, your glasses
are we ready? let's go
and then we'll see
little father, little old man
my landmark, it's your eyes
it's curious all of a sudden
they've become blurry
I think a bit about the past
when you used to pick me up
with a jolt like a leaf
me who pushes your wheelchair
the discomfort in your head
and your wheelchair
bad luck? bad hit?
and speaking of wheel
is it going to turn?
it will take years
I don't know we're watching you
like dogs near their master
I know there are wars
of tomorrow and yesterday
that there's more fool than we should be
a reason my little father
but I don't care I'm sad
I'm not crazy selfish
it's human it has to touch
my hands, my mouth
so that I feel inside
real feelings
are you tired of your room?
Shall we go to La Baule?
a somewhat warm beach
at your age a bit of iodine
ah but I forget that the sea
you don't care the only mother
that you follow is mine
she's coming my mom who's standing
my mom who's holding up
cool, she's your girl
she's the hen that laid the egg
when I see you cuddling
I think I'm mistaken
it's as if for a moment
you were small and I was big
I have to go I have things
work, we'll talk about it again
I don't know if I'll be there
for your first steps
I'll be there if you stay
if you leave take your jacket
dear dad, at your age
don't catch a cold and have a good trip.

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