You, idiot!

 

I have the sun in my eyes,

You,

Idiot!

Fingers, eyes, lips

 

Tes doigts

Tes yeux

Tes lèvres

Je t'aime

Fripon, fripouille

"Tu sais que je t'aime,

Fripon, fripouille,

Oui, tu sais que je  t'aime

Mais pourquoi est-ce si dur

Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas

Me dire que tu m'aimes ?"

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garcçonniers, 1989.

Sorrows

Too late...

You wanted me to go...

You let me go...

You left...

You hurted me...

I never answered your messages...

I hope you are fine.

Love anyway...

Well...

Not anyway...

Just love...

September 1998.

I remember you...

I remember the sound of your voice

Your half open lips

The colour of your eyes

The smell of your skin

The taste of your lips

Italian Memories...

 

Hmmm.... Cosidetto ?

No...

B.A. from Les Diagonales du Temps, I bet...

Micky (a 19Nitten model)

There was something so special in your face, in your gaze, in your smile...

You were a 18 years old student...

I guess you are now 30 years old and something...

I know you are married...

I hope your kids are as cute as you were...