>Un autre poème, qui date... Mais le souvenir qu'il procure n'en est pas atténué...
[24/01/2006]
The death is knocking on my door, and I don't know what to do.
The death is knocking on your door, don't leave us please.
The death is knocking on the door, I'm afraid about that.
The death is knocking on the door, you're like a mother for me.
The death is knocking on my door, I can't live with this idea.
The death is knocking on the door, and she's more powerful than me.
The death is knocking on the door, I hate her.
The death is knocking on the door, what can we make against her?
The death is knocking on the door, I already miss you.
The death is knocking on my door, I'm with you forever.
The death is knocking on my door, you'll see, we'll overcome her:
It's a promise, I swear it to you my haunt...