Jacques Bertin - I am the one who runs

Original Title: "Je suis celui qui court"
Year: 1970

I am the one who runs beside you when you glide in the grass
You feel him but do not see him, you flee, you hear him breathe
And the branches of the trees are the ears of the days
when water covers you with kisses
When you come in the damp and warm earth, your tenderness
I'm the one who comes with his hand to dry you
and you lower your head, his shoulder is a basket

I'm the one who knows you when you flee to the end of the world
And you always come back to his place, he doesn't know you're there
And you are behind the cupboard, you see him, you're in the shadow
And he breathes heavily he doesn't know you're there.

Now, do you know if he's here when you're hiding and watch him intently
He went outside and the door to the garden didn't creak
His body is bent over the table, he is sick with papers
He is sick with sun, he is under the South of the worlds

He is like the broken stem of summer dragging on the ground
The sap flows and he hears like a numerous humming.
He is stained with wine among splinters of knocked over tables.
He is below his own body and in the teared up tablecloth,

He is on the ground on his knees with all his fingers crushed.
And the kicks of the sun made his belly burst.
Mad with pain he scratches, yells, and there, pierced,
He is like the wind that comes dying in the marshes
And who has blood trickles and who hides and who rocks itself
Who is searching for itself and ignoring itself and breaks up and knows itself.

Oh my love we are of those who can say they know each other
All things which find themselves and ignore themselves and know themselves
And noone would have a grip on us, on our love, on anxiety
We are like air and wind, bound flesh to flesh
Who is never really its own body, always before, always maybe,
Both always together and never ever meet
In the water, our smooth youth comes and lays on the surface
a breath which is our love and we'll never talk.