1. LISTEN

From the silence, roars a perennial Mistral
It severs me from the sound of the pouring rain
In an unyielding and relentless concert

I welcome you, my companion

As the orchestra of my nights
Which deprives me of the abyss of silence
Why should I fight a part of me ?
In sickness, or in health ?

The flesh of my flesh disperses
The snake devours its own tail
The genes repeat themselves again

My nature is to grow old in the continuum
To let dawn new life forms
My body is feeding in this loop
And when the time comes
Each cell supplies it again

This disease is an imprint
Which delivers to me an experience

There is no hidden message
In our intrinsic wounds
However I feel this balance
Between gratitude and frustration
The essence of life finds an echo
In each of my scars
My bare skin
Dressed in its humblest ornament

As the orchestra of my nights
Which deprives me of the abyss of silence
Why should I fight a part of me ?
In sickness, or in health