Original Title: "Portrait d'Aude"
She was coming back home early to settle herself in her dream
She did not see many people: she had so much to dream about
She was not going out often, with one or two childhood friends
After five years she did not know how to find her bearings in Paris
Time passed, she was now going slowly on her thirties
She had exhausted the wonderful field of dream
She was dreaming less. She was not seeing many people.
She was not going out often: she was making long days
She was falling asleep and drew a smile.
I've slowly left her body in my sticking warmth
It was near Place d'Italie: ruins, wind, building sites
From far you could see her lightened up window in the night.