bernard chenier


Love, Desperate.

Love, desperate.
The sunset, won't come.
Laure, I didn't want to get lost.
In my despair.
Laure, I didn't want to get lost,
In spite of the love, be the Temple of the Sun.
But you will come when - even
with your burnt body, by the salty sea.
The day without you, won't come.

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