La tristesse de mon âme
vient des mots que nous ne saurons jamais dire,
de la distance entre nos doigts,
des nuages insurmontables.
Jamais nos rêves ne sauront apaiser nos désirs,
perdus dans des pensées
que personne ne pourra jamais décoder.
(This came to me and bled out of my fingers in French, but here is an English version for the many of you who don’t read French)
The sadness of my soul
comes from the words we will never know how to say,
from the distance between our fingers,
from insurmountable clouds.
Never will our dreams soothe our desires,
lost in thoughts
no one will ever be able to decode.
reflections of an unquiet mind 