Sophie SLIMANE
I would like so much
I’d like so much to deny
My past my future
I’d like so much to bury my
Best memories
I’d like to stop suffering
I’d like so much to leave
I’d like so much never to return
I’d like so much to sleep
I’d like so much to give up moaning
I’d like so much to stop loving, stop hating
I’d like to get rid
Yet before dying
Where to flee?
Where not to flee?
From this rotten world and worse
From my drill days
And from myself
That’s the question
The great problem
Where to leave?
Where not to leave?
Before the last sigh
What way shall choose?
I don’t know
I can’t see
I’m entirely lost
