Si tu savais

les secrets que je cache

dans mon coeur…

les questions que je voudrais te poser,

les questions que je n’ose pas a te poser,

mais j’aimerais savoir les responses quand meme.


Des fois je me demande si tu…

et puis je m’arrete

car je ne veux pas savoir.


Tu peut voir?

Tu peut imaginer un peu,

les choses dans mon coeur?


Tu te souviens de l’histoire de mon coeur,

un petit peu noir,

vide sauf un morceau,

tout petit

qui vive encore?

Je t’en ai donne ce morceau

et maintenant c’est a toi,

tu l’auras pour faire ce que tu veut,

et ca me fait peur.


Elles sont toute noires,

les pensees de mon coeur.


le 24 avril, 1998


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