I wish I knew what Francis Cabrel was singing. But sometimes the unknown is more beautiful; it’s mysterious because you have to imagine the possibilities. The many possible meanings of those words that rhyme and sync.
I understand nothing. When you understand nothing and the world is meaningless to you, when you hear but you cannot talk back, when you exist but no one knows of your existence, you become nothing. I am nothing now. So I allow my imagination to do its work as I listen to Cabrel and melt in his songs. And then I am everything...