It is heavy the suitcase I carry around
It is a big leather suitcase
Brown with heavy big copper buckles.
It’s heavy.
I carry it around in the metro stairs.
The stairs seem to never end.
All around people rushing murmuring words in French
It is a warm September day.
A year that seems light years away from now
There she stands the girl with the heavy suitcase at the bottom of the infinite stairs.
It is heavy the suitcase I carry around.
It carries my whole life.
Inside its leather womb
I’d show you what it contains
But would you help me close it once again?
The sun shines over the end of summer leaves
Strong green contrast of the heavy leather suitcase
Green and bright, they almost shine
They shine in the middle age of their existence
Happily moving in the last summer breeze
It is heavy the suitcase I carry around.
