Words SHe lets me listen, when she moves me, Words are not like other words She takes me, from under my arms She plants me, in a distant cloud And the black rain in my eyes Falls in torrents, torrents She carries me with her, she carries me To an evening of perfumed balconies And I am like a child in her hands Like a feather carried by the wind She carries for me seven moons in her hands and a bundle of songs She gives me sun, she gives me summer and flocks of swallows She tells me that I am her treasure And that I am equal to thousands of stars And that I am treasure, and that I am more beautiful than she has seen of paintings She tells me things that make me dizzy that make me forget the dance and the steps Words…which overturn my history which make me a man…in seconds She builds castles of fantasies which I live in…for seconds… And I return…I return to my table Nothing with me… Nothing with me…except words !!!! Before 2 years ago i wrote this ... I hope you enjoy it Guys