Un peu de ma prose ... bilingue.
Six months before I'm left.
Six months before six months.
Six months of night and death.
Six months of raging conths.
Violine, sweet carnal blow,
You run all over my body.
My corpse is all yours now.
I get high since you're in me.
Prune, chair de mauve et de rouge,
Vaisseaux craquelés là, sous ma peau,
Tu te traces au bord de moi ...
Le lilas coiffera mes tempes
Et ma chair ...
Vois, mon tendre ami,
Comme tes mains me font de l'effet ...
Tes lèvres tendres m'ont donné
Un teint moins pâle, une peau moins lisse.
Quant à tes dents, blanches et avides ...
My skin is like my dreams, now :
All blue and red, torn and breathless !
Your eyes are smiling.
Your soul is bright.
I ain't scared to disappear
If it's all because of you.
Six months before I'm left.
Six months before six months.
Six months of night and death.
Six months of raging conths.
Violine, sweet carnal blow,
You run all over my body.
My corpse is all yours now.
I get high since you're in me.
Prune, chair de mauve et de rouge,
Vaisseaux craquelés là, sous ma peau,
Tu te traces au bord de moi ...
Le lilas coiffera mes tempes
Et ma chair ...
Vois, mon tendre ami,
Comme tes mains me font de l'effet ...
Tes lèvres tendres m'ont donné
Un teint moins pâle, une peau moins lisse.
Quant à tes dents, blanches et avides ...
My skin is like my dreams, now :
All blue and red, torn and breathless !
Your eyes are smiling.
Your soul is bright.
I ain't scared to disappear
If it's all because of you.