25

7th February 2013

I wear my 25 years like a new perfume,

an ephemeral and comforting ornament,

as the petals fly off likewise the sun that comes to rest, at the end of the day.

But a fruit is ripening under the corolla

and when the flower will have faded,

the fruit will bloom with a new glow.

 

Je porte mes 25 ans comme un nouveau parfum,

une parure éphémere et un habit réconfortant.

Les pétales s’envolent à la vitesse du soleil qui finit sa course au crépuscule.

Mais le fruit murit sous la corole

et lorsque la fleur aura fané,

le fruit éclora et resplendira d’un éclat nouveau.

 

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