Depuis le temps que c'est promis

nous irons tous au paradis-

c'est un appel sourd une promesse

aveuglante qui noie la conscience;

ce paradis me pse, son poids

incommensurable abruti;

ancre dans des strates profondes,

une pulsion des plus alinantes;

telle une fausse libration,

un tat de pure dpendance;

le paradis est derrire moi

dans le ventre de ma maman-

unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,

l'imaginaire is our worse enemy,

the paradise, what an idea !

a guardian still on duty.

Olv 26

Before the promised times

we were always in paradise

it's a name given to one promise

(.....)who kills conscience

the paradise I think of, its weight

incomprehensibly abrupt

(....) in these profound layers

(....) a false liberation

a state of pure dependence

the paradise is behind me

in the center of my mother-

unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,

l'imaginaire is our worse enemy,

the paradise, what an idea !

a guardian still on duty.