Avec ce soleil

With this sun, we felt like
Not talking
Drinking in life
In small sips
Under the gorgeous sky
Along the bank, chewing on a blade of grass
And with her skirt tight, she looked
With a triumphant air
At that young guy
Barely a man
Who wanted her
It would have taken almost nothing, maybe
A gesture from him
A smile from her saying "come on"
It would have taken almost nothing, maybe
Just a bird flying away
With a flap of wings for everything to be alright…

So that above the factory roof
Along the gray walls
So that above the neighboring road
And its gray cobblestones
So that above all the hills
So that above all the forests
So that love could rise to the sky without bells and without weddings
A childhood love
That would purify…
But they were already two hardened kids
Who no longer believed they had to say
That the words of adults…
That life already crushed mercilessly
Who no longer knew how to dream or laugh
Heart indifferent…

And that day again
Along the bank
The poppies with the cornflowers
Waited in vain
For a cruel hand
To pick them…