I've always loved, from the bottom of my heart, a song by my friend Alain. If you want, I can help you, it seems a bit heavy to carry. You didn't forget anything, the boats you were taking apart for me. In green you're shaving, you're coming to cut short our story. A drawer, outside the incandescence, only proves the tears of a sampler. I want to listen to everything, vaguely broken, on an alkaline beach. Do you want me to put you down? You haven't told me anything yet. You don't like the words I'm writing to you anymore. I love your geometry, exacerbated by a deep thought. A barrel of water in the sun, we're not stronger than shadows. Decor, decorated, reconstituted, on an alkaline beach. Do you want me to put you down? You haven't told me anything yet. You don't like the words I'm writing to you anymore. Like an anaconda inscribed in the temple of Angkor. On the sides, we would still offer more confetti. Do you want me to put you down? You haven't told me anything yet. You don't like the words I'm writing to you anymore. Thank you.