Mon plus beau cauchemar

Les rêves d’un homme perdu For english speakers, here a translation of the poem (Thanks to Mjollnà) : Pasts forged in misery and violence Damned forced to plead a long silence Hidden in shadows, brightened by colours Disguised as a dark face, tugged by rancours Maybe evidence negates any vow for truce In all events for those who dream no place But a glimpse of you filled presentiment Fading gloom of my most sweetest torment To shelter you, I’ll bend all dimensions I’ll build world defying compreh