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When you say you're a swimmer, what you're saying is: you're trapped

Your head is in chains
Your back in pain
You're colorblind

Your arms overreach
Your sent is bleach
It's cold

In the middle of summer you're stranded in winter with a splinter in your ear

You're a zombie

Skin dried
Hair fried
Always hungry

Then you're back to the grind
Black line in your mind
Fighting an army
Fighting yourself
Flipping and flapping and breaking and going in circles that never end

You're alone

But out there
Out of air
You're breathing

And when you go with it
And flow with it
And listen to the rythm and find your faith
You're not confined
You're free

You're a wizard with toes on skipping stones
Your soul in lofty zones
'Cause you dance upstream
And you dream the supreme
You're fire

You're effortless
Working out
And working in

'Cause man was made to fear the deep
But you, you're here to find it

zebb a écrit :L'état de la piscine

Même si on me paie je ne plonge pas

zebb a écrit :L'état de la piscine

zebb a écrit :L'état de la piscine

Même si on me paie je ne plonge pas