Personnal Message:
From morning until evening my body is my work
All the pores of my skin know all the ointments
I have combed my straw hair a hundred thousand times
And I painted on my nails all the colors of time
I wear the ephemeral well, my beauty belongs to me
But the works that dress me travel so little through my body
They fade away, renew themselves, but give me nothing back
I am their display, but not their fate
My adventure as an actress, my pay makes me feel good
But all the compromises of this exhausting dream
Not worth the stakes, it's my life that's rubbing off
In this youth broken by this errant work
I eat little, smile so much, but I'm not happy
We win as we go down, in this scabrous story
All the flashes that reach me, what will they be tomorrow?
Will they take me on or off the train?
I have been a princess, a man, even a vampire
Improvised shoots or perfect staging
We do my best, the worst there is
Arrogant vanity dresses my redone skin
When it's all over, trips to Paris
In Tokyo or Milan, fashion shows
My book and my albums, they will complete this life
At thirty years at most, that Beauty erodes
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