Elle est d'ailleurs [English translation]

She has these lights deep in her eyes

That make one blind or amorous,

She has perfume gestures

That make one silly or like a dog,

She is distant in her heart -

For me it's certain, she is elsewhere.

She has her ways of saying nothing

That speak at the end of memories,

Th is way of walking across

When she goes to the butcher;

When she reaches my height -

For me it's certain, she is elsewhere.

And me I have fallen into slavery

Fr om that smile, from that face,

And I say to her, take me along

And I am ready for all these airstreams

Toward other sites, other shores,

But she passes by and doesn't answer:

Words for her are worthless -

For me it's certain, she is elsewhere.

She has these long lacey hands

To drive the soul of a Vermeer crazy,

That Venetian silhouette

When she bends toward her blinds,

Tha t gesture I know it by heart -

For me it's certain, she is elsewhere.

Love for her is worthless -

• Artist:Pierre Bachelet