They’re everywhere :
The escort not opening the bedside enveloppe,
The Socrates of France giving birth in protests,
The girl refusing coffee for the nth time – and so be it –
The recurring issue of the series’ finale :
Who will die and when and how but why ?
They’re everywhere,
The mistaken youth for a banker, the mistaken grit,
And the mistaken wrath and the misguided love.
They’re everywhere.
Telling no, then why not, then try and try anew !
They’re everywhere :
Inside the heads,
Crowning the visible heart,
Clutched by the invisible hand,
Following the lost guide.
Oh, but they are everywhere,
And they are also,
A manner of promiscuity, a manner
Of not being completely alone, a manner
Of not being finished.
A manner of saying :
I am still talking to you and you’ll sit.
A manner of saying :
You’ll listen, you’ll stay,
Because I am not done yet and I know
They are everywhere.
Yes, they’re everywhere,
And they can only be postponed
Till you and I will be kind enough,
Gone nowhere, with doubts,
Everywhere.
Image credit : Poor Little Rich Women – NYTimes.com
Frédéric Benqué 