Tu Ne Me Reconnais Pas

Where do words go, when they spin at the end of the pot?
When they look for the right place to reach you
When they get lost and come back, when they are there, eternal
Where do the words go?
Where do the words go on the slide seen from above?
Those that slide on your skin, that no longer echo
Those that throw themselves against a wall, that you take in the face
Where do the words go?

Those that impose themselves, that we dispose of
Those that heal us, those that bear witness

Where do words go, when they touch us right in the heart?
When they give themselves over to their hearts, I see all the colors
And when they remain whispers, when they have tough skin
Where do the words go?
Where do words go, when they undress us?
When they start running at the end of the ballpoint pen
When they know we're hoping for them, when they throw stones at us
Where do the words go?

Those who resist, who give up
Those who resonate and poison

Where do the words go, from your summit up there?
When they flatter and lull you, then turn tail
When they leave you with silence, a void, an absence
Where do the words go?
Where do the words go, when they're on the same theme?
When they push and hinder each other, when they need oxygen
When they're blue, sound out of tune, when they sing aloud
Where do the words go?

Those who make us and unmake us
Those who save us, when everything is saved