I took a verse from Apollinaire
At the back of the lecture hall the day before yesterday
A double calligram without a mirror
A cocktail of fear that fades
On my slate, the chalk gets angry
It scratches my life like a cheat sheet
A drop of white on my wandering
I glue the page of my childhood
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
I flee, I dodge the intoxication of the forbidden
I start the chapter of audacity
I then leave the classroom noise
In the fumes of my guitar
I drift away from the mirror's rhymes
I flee the concordance of tenses
I wander across my notebook
I won't hesitate anymore
To breathe the suffocated air
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
I flee, I dodge the intoxication of the undecided
I dare on a whim
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
I flee, I dodge the intoxication of the undecided