To my dear spy

To my dear spy

You who covers you with mask
From venice to lisbon

And who no longer knows his true self
In French
you
Who speaks and respects him better than me
I'm afraid
That you take the melon
on your head
No you are not beautiful
But talented
No you're not sexy
But human
Animal of half
by me
you
The man in black
White blue
full
To whom the world takes you
And you who do not look
That you still do not have
your soul
your heart
Only a little of you
affectionate
No man of the world
Even if you are ex officio
politician
To all costumes
Even the sacred
To the ugliest of magicians
Of monster
Not to mention other

Know that in you
It's not your mask
But the child man
Who needs time
of tenderness
of confidence
of love
The true
Like a plush
Which is served very well in the evening
Before praying the virgin
To fall asleep
Know that it is you
Which mcque most of all
the you
funny
sincere
shy
Enchanting limit
Even if your job is perfection
in all

Know that you are not the perfection of man but the mystery
The irresistible urge
To tell you
Look at you finally
Because in the mirror
You'll see
And you will tell yourself

Yes i am class and perfect
The day you find yourself
Shook my smile
Will blow on you
like always
And always

But you do not see it
You never saw it
And hope that you will see it
me.....
Love me tender.....