Little by little I take out my joys,
From this double drawer.
Hidden by me, a few secrets,
Beautiful and less beautiful stories...
I shut up the one with the rebellious fire,
How beautiful I was when I loved...
Where have I gone?
Illusion or unreason,
Play your games, I did.
I see myself again, hurt sometimes,
Worse, yes much worse than that,
Betrayed, hunted by this false self,
Hypnotized without faith.
Between the one who bewitches herself
And the one who drags her poor wings,
I chose the cold,
Illusion or unreason,
No more embers for me.
Yet there in this drawer
Shine every evening of yesteryear,
Where the era of air blew
The most ardent wishes,
Where I was on wind,
Not bad weather.

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