Etre une femme

In a journey to absurdity
That I take when I'm bored,
I imagined without complex
That one morning I changed sex,
That I lived the strange drama
Of being a woman.
Woman of the 80s,
But woman to the tip of the breasts,
Having achieved the blend
Of authority and charm.
Woman of the 80s,
Less Colombine than Harlequin,
Knowing how to play on the scale
That goes from big smile to tears.
Being a C.E.O. in black stockings,
Sexy like the stars of the past,
Being a general of infantry
French kissing the conscripts.
Pregnant to the depths of the eyes,
That one feels like calling sir,
Being a cop or firefighter on duty
And breastfeeding my son.
Woman filmmaker, writer,
At the same time poet and model,
Panther woman under her fur coat
And banker woman hidden in Switzerland.
Woman devourer of young men,
Woman chief of staff,
At once sensual and modest
And aesthetic surgeon woman.
A mistress Messalina
And counter-mistress at the factory,
Working in the morning at the slaughterhouses
And in the evening on the street.
Woman and peacekeeper,
Bus driver, secret agent,
Woman general of aviation,
Making the privates roll over.
Being a top of the class,
Speaking six languages, brown belt,
World champion of bodybuilders,
Loving Empress Sissi.
Pregnant to the depths of the eyes,
That one feels like calling sir,
In evening gown, with flat heels,
That one would like to call daddy.
Woman long-haul pilot
But woman controlled in the tower,
With stripes up to the garter belts
And kissing the steward.
Mastering the system thoroughly,
Accessing supreme power:
Settling in the Presidency
And from there making France excited.
Woman and prison guard,
Orchestra singer and freemason,
A stripper with abandon,
A pain in the neck like no other.
Woman bus driver,
Market porter, flea market seller,
That one feels like calling Georges
But that we like without a bra.
Woman of the 80s,
But woman to the tip of the breasts,
Having achieved the blend
Of authority and charm.
Woman of the 80s,
Less Colombine than Harlequin,
Knowing how to play on the scale
That goes from big smile to tears.
Being a C.E.O. in black stockings,
Sexy like the stars of the past,
Being a general of infantry,
French kissing the conscripts.
Woman filmmaker, writer,
At the same time poet and model,
Panther woman under her fur coat
And banker woman hidden in Switzerland.
Woman devourer of young men,
Woman chief of staff,
At once sensual and modest
And aesthetic surgeon woman.
Being a top of the class,
Speaking six languages, brown belt,
World champion of bodybuilders,
Loving Empress Sissi.
Woman and peacekeeper,
Bus driver, secret agent,
Woman general of aviation,
Making the privates roll over.
Woman long-haul pilot
But woman controlled in the tower,
With stripes up to the garter belts
And kissing the steward.
Mastering the system thoroughly,
Accessing supreme power:
Settling in the Presidency
And from there making France excited.
Woman of the 80s,
Less Colombine than Harlequin,
Knowing how to play on the scale
That goes from big smile to tears.