The child of the past...

I saw it in a dream

Its glance had frightened me and moved

Its heart was if meurtri

the fear corroded it.

Who was it?

Many time.I had dreamed of him

The pain trailed on its face

Misery crushed it.

Tears corroded the cheeks to him

While the sorrow stole its childhood to him

It had looked me without anything to say

It had approached me without smile.

I had offered my heart to him

By cherishing the hair to him

By holding the hand to him

For a strand of tendemess it is certain

Who is you had I to repeat many time....

Who are you beautiful child in the bitter heart?

What do you come to make in my dreams of the whole nights?

I like to you knows.

It had to often look at me in the eyes

From short moment it had to seem to me happy

 It came towards me at the beginning from my sleep

It left me only before the alarm clock

Then many years later in a strange dream almost a cauchemard

It addressed to me for the first time the word

It had wings as the angels which fly

It was addressed to me by singing these words:

Who I am, me requests you each night

I think that you have the right to know

I am your childhood

I am what you were

I am your life, you are my life too

I come to see you since such an amount of year

because . I know that you can like me

I am your past you it man which sleep

I come will introduce a friend to you

He observe us since many nights he names himself, the future and have to say much

Viens I come t'en request

Let us go towards him together

Let us make these strange dreams those which one forgets.