I have in my mouth like a taste of venom
Like a taste of bad, bad wine
I have in my mouth like a short breath
Like a half-breath suffocated
And I am left all alone looking outside
Counting, recounting my treasures
All the words that I have not yet been able to say
I I have in my mouth a taste of too little
Like a taste of when we want we can
Like a lost breath
Like a half-held breath
And I stay all alone looking at my feet
Putting away, disturbing papers
Cursing, cursing, writing, copying, recopying
I have in my mouth like a taste of vipers
Like a taste of if I want I lose
I have in my mouth like a taste of absolute
Like a taste of what I always wanted
And I stay all alone watching the fire
To cut, recut my hair
To turn pale in my bed,
To smile for a yes
To run in the rain
But when I get lost for a few days
Far from these stations and these towers
From the city that reasons
My steps bring me back despite myself
To an estate in the corner of the woods
A village that shivers
I have a taste of mystery in my mouth
Like a salty taste of Finistère
I have a mineral taste in my mouth
Like a taste of sun and the Grail
And I remain all alone looking at the sea
Walking the dirt roads
Like being there at the end of the earth

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