j'ai tant reve de toi

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❝ I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body,
to kiss your mouth, and make your dear voice come alive again?

 I have dreamed of you so much that my grown arms,
used to be crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow,
would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.

Faced with the real form of what has haunted me
and governed me for so many days and years,
 I would surely become a shadow. Or scales of feeling.

I have dreamed of you so much that surely
there is no more time for me to wake up.

I sleep on my feet, prey to all the forms of life and love,
and you, the only one who counts for me today,
is the one I can no longer touch your face and lips
than touch the lips and face of some passerby.

I have dreamed of you so much, and walked so much,
talked so much, slept so much with your phantom,
that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become
a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more
shadow than the shadow that moves and goes on moving,
brightly, over the sundial of your life... ❞


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