Icetiti

From morning until evening my body is my work All the pores of my skin know all the ointments I have combed my straw hair a hundred thousand times And I painted on my nails all the colors of time I wear the ephemeral well, my beauty belongs to me But the works that dress me travel so little through my body They fade away, renew themselves, but give me nothing back I am their display, but not their fate My adventure as an actress, my pay makes me feel good But all the compromises of this exhausting dream Not worth the stakes, it's my life that's rubbing off In this youth broken by this errant work I eat little, smile so much, but I'm not happy We win as we go down, in this scabrous story All the flashes that reach me, what will they be tomorrow? Will they take me on or off the train? I have been a princess, a man, even a vampire Improvised shoots or perfect staging We do my best, the worst there is Arrogant vanity dresses my redone skin When it's all over, trips to Paris In Tokyo or Milan, fashion shows My book and my albums, they will complete this life At thirty years at most, that Beauty erodes

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