She’s sitting on a blue crocodile suitcase. A crocodile came from a far, came from somewhere which wasn’t here. She also came from a far, to land here and remake her life. Came from a far near here or came out of nowhere, with nothing but her dreams and her suitcase.
Already she forgot yesterday and last year, she’s a girl without past, sitting on a suitcase in a train station without destination.
Tonight the trains aren’t here, tonight it’s raining but she will keep on going, without exactly a reason why, why she don’t wanna wait to be old and reasonnable to exist. Life’s too short to be old, to be old and to age and losing her breath and losing her legs, her legs to leave, her legs to run away.
In her sleepless nights, in her black thoughts carved in the suitcase’s blue leather, are all the misfortunes she’ll live, all the lifes she’ll meet, a destiny sculpted in a concrete setting, under the neons of a beforehand lost world. For the fun of breaking the mould, of getting caught somewhere else, where nobody would come to find you, too concerned about the time passing them by, the precious time to have babies and to be happy. By a stroke of luck she’ll win the world, she’ll lose her soul and when she’ll talk, they’ll shut up and listen her screaming and crying, crying and laughing all her loneliness, all her freedom. And despite the war she’ll build the world, a world without rules, laws and reverences. A world populated of child with no names, with nothing but a world to discover.
She’s sitting on a blue crocodile suitcase. She’s sitting on a suitcase in a non-existant train station somewhere in my head.
Inside myself, a girl without age, without make-up, a misunderstood girl go on a trip drifting in a crazy story, and she fly, and she get lost in her dreams. Like a crocodile she came from a far, not to stay. Running away from her fears to invent her own destiny. She has nothing to say, nothing to prove or to give, but today she would like to lie and to write on the walls all that she wants, and laugh to death instead of falling, instead of hearing this whisper, this little voice begging her to stay near of it.