1. Vertige

VERTIGE

Soul is a vestige with ablaze innocence
Which lost any prestige to submit finally
In remorse it freezes too entertained by piety
Happiness and the Other will always be its brake

From its contrived hopes, it’s the prey
Their sour venom condemn it to the fall
When prostituted rising leads to demise
Time is abolished and it starts the struggle

There is still a weak opalescent gleam
Come through by the scarlet blackness of chaos
And through the vanished but nagging ingenuousness
Taboo flavour prompts it to the jump

Final passing leading to the radical allegiance
Shaped by nostalgia, by burning empathy
When ash leads to the emergent flame
Eternal fire becomes its essence

L’âme est un vestige à l’innocence incendiée
Qui a perdu tout prestige, pour se soumettre enfin
Dans le remord elle se fige, trop caressée par la piété
Le bonheur et l’Autre seront toujours son frein

De ses espoirs factices elle est la proie
Leurs venins aigres la condamnent à la chute
Quand l’ascendance prostituée mène au trépas
Le temps s’abolit et elle commence la lutte

(Guillaume Etievant & François Chung, December 2006)