2022.03.09.
A Plane Ticket
Twenty thousand feetabove a black ocean
without a smiling shadow of the moon
listening to a Walkman
no room for my legs
i would want to die for an hour,
or just to sleep
A scented Italian shoulder wakes me
he's sure that i'm French
so i pretend completely
mumbling 'Oui'
i weave for him a new identity
You bought me a plane ticket
i needed something strong in order to forget
two weeks there, it's like a month here
you said 'from there, it'll be easier for you to forgive...'
Roberto introduces himself
invites me to a drink after the landing
i don't have the strength to refuse
when lonely i was never very strong
Slaps on the bar, my knees are trembling
on television it seems less painful
he hurries to pour me more wine
waving like a conductor
in the key of my heart
You bought me a plane ticket...