She kissed me on the cheek

I stood still

Me, surprised by this small sincere gesture

No that wasn't love

But a pure and simple desire

It was sincere

She had problems

She had her loneliness

Alone against all the storms

Who are unleashed against her

 

The bouncy and wild curly hair

The look lost even a little humiliated

Faded and patched jeans

She told me you it's not the same

I did not react

  I may have heard wrong I was not sure

Now I'm sure and it's too late

 

One day she came back to class

By putting green on her lips

I said to myself it's not okay

Then always late I understood

That it was her way of expressing herself

To show that she didn't agree

To reveal his nonconformity

That we said age of reason

Me now I say

Want to live with simplicity, simply burst

 

As soon as we understand things

  We realize that it is always a bit late

To do well to catch up

We regret we have remorse

And sometimes it's deadly

 

So one more time when we feel remorse

For things past

For details that we missed

By impotence or cowardice

I say that we always have the age of reason