I can see behind the doors that closed many years ago.
I can smell the leaves that fall and burry in the soil.
To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn,
For they don't have trees to hang upon.
I can smell the leaves that fall and burry in the soil.
To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn,
For they don't have trees to hang upon.
L'angoisse. Etre libre de partir, mais ne pas pouvoir s'y résoudre. Rester, se dessécher le cerveau, se demander si un jour tout sera normal. Si on oubliera, si on arrivera à se construire. Qui fera encore partie du décor.