Thousands of kisses, thousands of a thousand
One of my lips has has your lips deposes
Million seconds, instantanes of happiness
Erase disappeared in a palpitation
Thousands of soft words on avoid-break fly away
Numbers compose without never daring to speak
Ends of consents dechires in waste baskets
Defroisser to restick them, read and keep them
Thousands of caresses to the millimetre squares
Thousands of cries of breaths has our mouths echappes
Sides of ciels effleures, keys, sleeps emmeles
Rayes as if any Ca never had ete
I would like all to collect in large bags dustbin
The words oubliees of most banal with most beautiful
That none is lost these so precieux moments
These sentences have ete said, these moments took place
All to record to add the sound odors
ADN, impressed, but that never nothing dies
These million films of us, but not of the cinema
All the lost scenes which one did not play
One would open tous.les.jours or we would be less strong
All these embryos of love, all these dawns
Sincere, demasques, fragile and truths of frankness
Us to re-examine thus would return to us perhaps better
Thousands of kisses, thousands of a thousand
One of our lips has on skins deposees
Thousands of pensees, moments of eternite
Glances echanges in stations echanges
Thousands of kisses in a wink forget
