Darling

He called me darling
While drinking his long drink
All dressed in white linen
Purple pocket square and barefoot
He called me darling
Like a unique big brother
An American uncle
All alone in the living room

He told me darling
The times are very cruel
But for you, they are beautiful
You are made for the ring
And he told me darling
When you have the spark
And dreams aplenty
You must take your sprint

He called me darling
Like an old English Lord
A lost cousin
Between Proust and Kipling
He called me darling
While smiling at me
And I see him so grand
Nostalgic and charming

He told me darling
Beware of existence
Everything is in elegance
Even in the depths of a loop
He told me darling
Nothing is ephemeral
Nothing is worth the mystery
In a tear of gin

He called me darling
But nothing was dear to him anymore
And his bitter solitude
Suited him like a tuxedo
He called me darling
But when evening fell
At the hour of despair
He plunged into his spleen

He told me darling
Some are too fragile
Some are clumsy
Not everyone has your swing
He told me darling
I have no more flavor
I have nothing at heart
Not a shadow of feeling

He called me darling
Now I have his silence
The hole of his absence
And his Breitling watch
He wrote to me darling
To you, my final word
Don't be mad at me, darling
I'm leaving the ship

And he wrote to me darling
Tell those I loved
That my worn-out body
Has finally given in