vendredi 28 mars 2014



Take off my clothing,
features and pictures,
I don’t want you to see me,
masked as another,
always a daughter of someone
or something. I want you
to see me pure, free
and irreducible: me.
My darling!

I know when I call you,
among all people in the world,
that only you will be you.
And when you ask me
who is calling you, 
who waits for you…
My darling!
I bury nouns, pronouns,
labels, history. I tear apart
all they threw on me
even before I was born.

And finally back in the eternal
anonymity of nakedness,
like a black stone throwned and lost
in the gigantic world,
I will always tell you:
“I love you. Yes, I am the one.”
My darling!

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