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010 | Prends ma main

Rien autour n’a de sens
Et l’air est lourd
Le regard absent

Her french dictionary had been extremely used these past days. Roxanne wrote new songs as soon as she had the chance. The more she wrote and worked with the language, the less she needed to use her dictionary - but she was still very dependent on being able to look up words.

“So, I have a friend who fell inlove in Paris…” Henry, her closest friend and assistant, sat down next to her on the tour bus. “But three cities later she ran away, scared to have her heart broken. Perhaps you know her too?”

Roxanne rolled her eyes, did not look up from her work. “I don’t know. Can’t be me. I don’t have a heart.”
”Oh, Roxy. Come on…”
”I love my kids, alright.”


Prends ma main
Promets-moi que tout ira bien
Serre-moi fort
Près de toi, je rêve encore
Oui, oui je veux rester
Mais je ne sais plus aimer
J’ai été trop bête
Je t’en prie, arrête
Arrête, comme je regrette
Non, je ne voulais pas tout ça

“Take my hand… Yes, yes I want to stay, but I don’t know how to love anymore, I was too stupid. Stop, as I’m sorry… Roxy, these lyrics are a love song.”
“Too bad that my main character will have her heart broken by the end of the night.”
“As you wish… our flight to Johannesburg leaves in a half hour, I will get some snacks for us.”