Écrire [English translation]

To dream, to search, to learn,

to have nothing but writing in the name of the Holy Lord.

To seek for perfection when you'll rip your eyes off,

to shake up the status quo so as to impose yours ideas,

to kill.

To choose, to snatch, to understand,

to put your schedule back on track for the 100th time,

to filth a maiden's canvas and to desecrate it for the best,

to make one scream shamelessly. All those empty spaces

to overcome.

To traverse the fogs of the imagination,

to cover the real with the pieces of the abstract,

to emancipate the trait from a thousand variations

while killing the habits.

To change, to create, to destroy.

In order to tear the whole structures apart,

use the opposite [techniques] of all you've read,

and engage into your artwork by heart upon lost bodies.

Write your fear of the sweat, of the anxiety

while suffering from a foreign speaker

who sometimes makes it wrong but goes back on track

consumed by his dogma while juggling with his ethics

and the perceptions of time.

To impose your perception of things and of the youth,

stop -first and foremost- cursing yourself,

push it to the limit,

defeat even the minor objection to the subject.

Explore it without restraints and form it and support it,

and then your artwork will be complete, all falls into place

deprived of any concern.

Suffer, curse,

deprive art from its willingness with gleams of energy,

give great value at subjects long resolved

and while releasing yours demons on the numb page,

write. Write.

To write just like how we speak and shout.

That will remain on us,

that will remain on us.

• Artist:Charles Aznavour