Enfants d'hiver

Here we are, running
Face too close, blurred and
Gray bodies, children
Of winter, rare
Hairs scattered
On their bluish legs
Scraped by the
Thorns of the gardens of the unforbidden
Believing all perfidy forbidden
Wrecks of childhood promises
Mauve lips, black beaches
I spent my nights missing us

There is a country
Unverifiable
Inaccessible
Like the dead
I spent my life searching for it
Like a super-8 movie
I rewind my life

These children on the black beach
With triumphant gazes
It was us, mom, dad
Sublime ghosts in
The half-openings of the
Doors of our lives
Winter breaths
Like the cigarettes
That we exhale
The fits of laughter
It will end in tears

There is a country
Unverifiable
Inaccessible
Like the dead
I spent my life searching for it
There is a country
Unverifiable
Inaccessible
Like the dead
I spent my life missing them