Win or vanquish,
without thinking about growing…
What a dreamer dawn!

Life is not a battle,
but a sweet sunset…
with its reds and its mists,
with its joy and its upset…

You thought you won,
and you were losing me…
You supposed to vanquish,
when you did not want to see me
again…

You, errant knight,
no morion, no helm,
without cuises, nor greaves,
without class…without knowing how to lose…

Everything that excited you,
it was just to seem,
or maybe at least, to pretend…

You, shifting knight,
you will return to earth,
as we all have to come back one day…
covered or not with flowers…
but without having won to the yesterday…