Hey, monsieur.

Hey, monsieur.

You smile to me
with your gentleness

You touch me

like I am a new born baby

You love

me

Then I feel the world stops

breathing

But only in solitude I feel safe

Hey monsieur.

Sorry I was too naïve

Too naïve to believe

I could live without you

Hey monsieur.

Please bring my thorn and forgive me.

I will only be remembered

With your bleeding hurt

On the beach

Photo by Marion Dubier-Clark, Le Rozel 2005

No more than an ordinary summer après-midi

Sky, listening in a softly pose

Sea and sand blend into one

Enjoying us with a

crescendo

Even though I could only staring at you in a distance

I feel relieved

Even though our innocence are unrealistic

I feel delighted

Crescendo, the sound of wave

In a moment,

We thought the gentleness from the sea

Called

Forever.