Mesdames

Please accept, ladies, these few words as a tribute
To your kind that I admire, which creates a storm in every man
In cinema or in life, you are the most beautiful characters
And unintentionally, you hold our hearts and thoughts hostage

Please accept, ladies, this declaration
As an honest attempt at reparation
Facing the deep machismo of our customs, our cultures
In the Great Book of humans, a chapter on rupture
You are infinitely more subtle, elegant, and classy

Than the male kind who speaks loudly, takes up all the space
And if I appreciate with both eyes when you sway your body
I also applaud with both hands when you expose the pig
Behind every important man hides a woman who inspires him
Behind every great human being precedes a mother who breathes

The woman is the future of man wrote the poet
Well, the future has settled in for a long time
You are our muses, our influences, our motivation and our vices
You are Simone Veil, Marie Curie, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis
You are our mothers, you are our sisters
You are cashiers, you are doctors

You are our daughters and then our wives
We waver for your flame
How can one not be in admiration and incomparable
For those who carry and manufacture our future for nine months
For those who juggle multiple jobs without flinching
The one they have during the day and the greatest: Stay-at-home mother
Please accept, ladies, this real admiration

For your strength, your courage, and your determination
Please accept, ladies, my kind weakness
Facing your fragility, your empathy, your tenderness
Please accept, ladies, this little intro
Because the future belongs to those we love too much

And to avoid being labeled as a first-degree anthology
Please accept ladies this delicate demagoguery
You are the only one, you are the only
You are the only one, the only
You are the only one, you are the only one
You are, yes, you are

You are our muses, our influences
Our motivation and our vices
You are Simone Veil, Marie Curie
Rosa Parks, Angela Davis

You are our mothers, you are our sisters
You are cashiers, you are doctors
You are our daughters and then our wives
We waver for your flame
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah