The Two Doors of the Last Autumn

It's our evening, fleeing between two doors
Of the last autumn :
One that takes me from your hand to the sky;
The other wide open towards a road and new.
I embrace you in the most hidden of the street
cnd I leave my soul in your mouth...
In my beautiful blindness
I hear your voice and your laughter
Returning from other autumns
That happened, now distant, uncertain, when, just like today,
ct every sunset a song was born
For your adolescent astonishment,
Dreaming of other ports.
You have returned to my life
That roamed deserts...
cnd I am shuddering in your tenderness
Sitting on the threshold of the universe.
I hear your voice and your laughter
Returning from other autumns
That happened, now distant, uncertain,
When, just like today,
ct every sunset a song was born
For your adolescent astonishment,
Dreaming of other ports.
You have returned to my life
That roamed deserts...
cnd I am shuddering in your tenderness
Sitting on the threshold of the universe.