I don't want to write nicely
about the discomfort of his life

and the success of his plans
to put an end to it. It's terrible

for me, for me
it isn't right, it is different

it should have been different, together
in one way or another

Sometimes I recognize him in a passer-by
that way I keep him here

but each time he escapes
even if I jump at him right away

and give a kiss, he is someone else
No kiss was enough

to make him light
too light to possibly die

and kisses are not enough
to make me light again