Veronica

I have walked slowly, I have walked alone, I have walked fast, tears in my eyes, looking for myself, on stoney paths, in the mud, in puddles, crossed over brooks, tired, without knowing why, thinking about nothing, on the edge of the void, on rocks

J’aimerais croire que ce n’est qu’un autre voyage

Je voudrais laisser une trace de mes pas

C’est la ballade de mes balades

 I have cried with fright, I have walked unwell, while laughing, to meet people, to know me, to move on, to progress, in the mist, summertime, in the snow, on the road, in the sand, in torrential rain, in storms, to be free, lightearted, crossing borders, in the mountains, the forests, in the clouds, in the desert, at moonrise, at sunset, in fields, the flowers, in the night, at dawn, no waymark, on the right path, with my doubts

J’aimerais croire que ce n’est qu’un autre voyage

Je voudrais laisser une trace de mes pas

C’est la ballade de mes balades

I have followed the sea, I have walked with grey hair, with light brown hair, across fallow fields, under cloudy skies, to find myself, to understand, with my umbrella, with my teabags, and my prefered walking boots, I count my steps each day, I will count them everyday

J’aimerais croire que ce n’est qu’un autre voyage

Je voudrais laisser une trace de mes pas

C’est la ballade de mes balades