Jacques Bertin - Luc Bérimont - I wait for you at the gates of the roads

Original Title: "Je t'attends aux grilles des routes"
Text: Luc Bérimont
Year: 1988

I wait for you at the gates of the roads
At the crossroads of the wind of the sleep
I shout your name from the bottom of the holds
From the birdless marshes
From the bottom of that cast iron desert
Where I lay one by one my steps
I wait for the source of your arms
Of your hair of your breath

I wait for the source of your arms
Of your hair of your breath
You are terrible You chain me up
You devastate me You make me

I wait for you like the forest
Inextricable entangled
Wooven with foxes and jays
But which the morning makes sing.

I wait for you at the gates of the roads
At the crossroads of the wind of the sleep
I shout your name from the bottom of the holds
From the birdless marshes
From the bottom of that cast iron desert
Where I lay one by one my steps
I wait for the source of your arms
Of your hair of your breath