Hypocritical Secretaries,
Friends,
And brothers.

Must you ruin everything?

As if the world were new?
As if it was the first morning?
As if it were still dawn?

The truth is, honourable Secretaries,
Is that what has already been ruined.
Our founding disillusion is our freedom.

You must have nothing to lose,
To love heart and soul.
You must eclipse the giddy heights,
To dare to plunge headlong.
You must endure the fall of empires and the greatest storms,
To be together in that moment.

You must have lived.
You must have lost.
Over and again.
To triumph with you.

Love is nothing when it’s clean, new and pure.
Love before the storm is not a decision.
It’s a decree.

When the event, accident or opportunity occurs.
Be there.
Standing.

Find the word, action or look.

Yes, my love.
In that moment,
Rely on me.
I won’t go missing.

At that minute,
I’ll be there.

And so, I predict…
We shall be,
The winners.

– Mon Roi