Assise

Dawn breaks
And life, this procession passes by
The snow falls
The dancer wakes up, stretches
I walk
From my bed to my table, there's no bus
To think I'm going to stay
All day
Sitting

Already midday
And life, this merry-go-round, spins
Sounds of forks
All the leftovers we throw away
It's for me
Then evening comes
The lovers in the closet
It inspires me
To think I'm going to spend
All night
Sitting

It's still sad
To be stuck to your chair at my age
Like an old Englishwoman
A mummy, a hostage
Yes, I'm a hostage to my head
Everything I see through the window
Move inside
It's not my party if I'm always
Sitting

You pinned butterflies
A beautiful summer night on my page!
You torn lovers
Written down on paper, so well behaved!
It's my turn, look!
I have a voice to sing
I have feet to run
I'm not going to stay all my life
Writing