Jacques Bertin - Hands

Original Title: "Des Mains"
Year: 1984

Hands to leave to the ocean
like hair or like life
Beautiful hands on the page or the skin
Beautiful hands, hands of nobleness
Hands like are all hands

Hands like night lights
in the shadow being born, coming and going
Hands of linen maids
Hands like watching over, hands of mothers

Hands digging furrows in the shadowless life
Hands blindly following a passion
Hands to build a house like my father
Hands like crowds of hands coming to give me the hand

Hands like crows of hands calling for hope and running water
Hands like herds of hands going along the bank
and welcoming you in your limitless tomorrow

Hands tracing the signs of forgiveness
and then looking for themselves like words of abnegation
Hands like sails to leave very far
Hands like sails to leave far, far away
With children's eyes in the horizon far, far away
Hands for my love far away
Hands to bring love back to reason
And the vagabond home

Jacques Bertin - The Big Departures

Original Title: "Les Grands Départs"
Year: 1984

Who will know where I have been
I will go away on a road
fortuitously without anyone suspecting
Did I even know myself where I was going?

Phone along the wires
Tired heart, fragile engine
Deserted hamlet and destiny
Derisory, futile decor

Someone calls, it is noon
But with a voice that barely dares
Everything is asleep, looks like everything is said
And your uncertain tenderness
parts an ancient wound

Friends, Oh you are abandoning me
Save me, odd is my sorrow
Life flows through the wound

I'll go away in the silence
In my regained silence
At the top of the meadows, in my silence
And in the grass where I'd have passed
The friendship of inert things
Will wrap around me to ruin me
Two minutes of damned waves
And in the blond to become motionless
I will die.

Jacques Bertin - Where you are, you are fine.

Original Title: "Où tu es, tu es bien"
Year: 1984

Where you are, you are fine
with your happiness in a sling
On your skin the rain slips
And your sex is drenched
You exhibit your chest
Provocative and frozen
In my memory
you're beautiful like a marble

Henceforth I'm dead
I wander in my maze
On the thread of your voice
You are alone, you scare yourself
The night, you go, obscene
but for noone and noone
knows nor takes you
except me in your thoughts
Violent and vague

The time passing by in the mind
where you run away from me, shoots pain in me
And I made of you the object that thinks
which abolishes itself by giving itself
I was prostituting you as a docile Adonis
Oh immense whore
Lost and proud and tense
Betting your sex and your life

Where you are, are you fine?
with your angst in a sling
On your skin, clothes
dress you but you are cold
You do not dare that laugh anymore
which would destroy your belly like a plaster
You mumble in your palace
in your disaster and
jerk off!

Someone made the misfortune enter the happy house
the silence was made, the wells dried up
At the end of the parc, the house gives way under the brambles
The evening, ghosts stand there
tears too.

Where you are, you are fine
In my head, in my agressivity
On your skin, the rain slips
and flatters you with its hands
You move forward in the night
white like a spasm
In my memory where I keep you
You are fine.