A life,
It's so beautiful so small,
it's nothing really,
or just a moment,
a smile, a whisper,
a few children's laughs.
A life..,
the present is so short.
It's nothing really,
a perfume, a pure wind,
tender feelings.
A world we go around,
dreams that are born,
it's probably nothing,
but those moments, how beautiful they were..
Dad !
These two syllables
deep in my knotted throat,
I want to say them again and again,
in fact I want to shout them
Dad, this word so reassuring
that I will never pronounce as before.
