I could leave everything, leave you... For a world without suffering, pr the black does not exist. If I could live in a happy world, begin again in zero. Begin again on new bases. With a happy family, a whole house, no vestiges of painful past. Good notes in class. A life, a life as I dream to have it. Could not I ever be happy? To be a normal girl? Would too much be it to ask? I would want simply and only that we stop(arrest) of considers at me as an alien, as if I was aps of the same world. I am as you, I have the same physical appearance, I inhale. And I suffer.
To believe that I the révulses that it is not possible for them to support me as I am. To some persons who I love and who put a grain of light in my black life, thank you.
But what will ever be the size of the beach? Am I a grain of sand among so much of the other one? Or am I a beach interwining a lighthouse and modelling me in the laughter of the children, supporting the holes which they shall not close and that only the sea will re-fill me? What am I really?
Those who I love are they intended to leave the track of their boat in my sand, and to leave by my water?
Have I the narrow-minded right to say to you goodbye, and to leave before you tore me the heart? Will authorize me you there? Or will you laugh at me? Anyway, I cannot leave you. I have no strength of it. You will make him very enough early.
Allez-y, modelez-moi, rendez-moi laide: l'eau me broieras de toute manière...
To believe that I the révulses that it is not possible for them to support me as I am. To some persons who I love and who put a grain of light in my black life, thank you.
"La patte de l'oie
Laisse sur le sable
Un soupçon de lumière."
Laisse sur le sable
Un soupçon de lumière."
But what will ever be the size of the beach? Am I a grain of sand among so much of the other one? Or am I a beach interwining a lighthouse and modelling me in the laughter of the children, supporting the holes which they shall not close and that only the sea will re-fill me? What am I really?
Those who I love are they intended to leave the track of their boat in my sand, and to leave by my water?
Have I the narrow-minded right to say to you goodbye, and to leave before you tore me the heart? Will authorize me you there? Or will you laugh at me? Anyway, I cannot leave you. I have no strength of it. You will make him very enough early.
Allez-y, modelez-moi, rendez-moi laide: l'eau me broieras de toute manière...
