You are a wanderer

You are a wanderer

Between love and morality

Between Southern Europe and North Africa

Perched on the arms of sailors

As perched in a sweaty harbor

Diligent in measuring love

As diligently as you measure the tides

You are a wanderer

You are an exile

Between skin and muscle concerns

Between morality and law

There is no home

The French fields are slightly drunk

A dream made of purple grapes

Only to be sipped in exotic bars

You are an exile

No need to choose a direction

You are a wanderer

Only for the Spanish sun

A harbor full of people

And the charity of love

Only for a warm spring day

How to resist the rising wind

How to resist the frosty hair

How to resist loneliness

If there is love

So be it