Carla Bruni
As If Nothing Happened
I Am a Child
I am a child
Despite my forty years
Despite my thirty lovers
A child
And I am a little girl
A pitchoune a weasel
And feathers the larks
A little girl
My son contests
My mother protests
But I defend myself
And I remain a child
In love with the moment
I play with the torments
A child
My soul protests
My skin protests
I dream of now
Because I am a child
I turn my back in the weather
Hair and skirt in the wind
A child

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