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Je m'éloigne en silence comme un ruban de soie
Promeneur de ruisseaux
Tous les jours je me noie
Au milieu des plantations de prières
Les cathédrales de mes tendresses chantent la nuit sous I'eau
Et ces chants font les îles de la mer
Je suis le promeneur
Le promeneur qui ressemble aux quatre saisons
Le bel oiseau navigateur
Etait comme une horloge entourée de coton
Avant de s'envoler m'a dit ton nom
L'horizon colonial est tout couvert de draperies
Allons dorrnir sous l'arbre pareil à la pluie.
Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me– when the memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs through the blood; when the lips and the skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Return often and take me at night, when the lips and the skin remember...
You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea. Another city will be found, a better one than this. Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate; and my heart is –like a corpse– buried. How long will my mind remain in this wasteland. Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look I see black ruins of my life here, where I spent so many years destroying and wasting."
You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas. The city will follow you. You will roam the same streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods; and you will grow gray in these same houses. Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other– There is no ship for you, there is no road. As you have destroyed your life here in this little corner, you have ruined it in the entire world.
