lundi 12 septembre 2011


It was a calm night oJuly
I avoided their looks
poppy among nettles
but they trapped me down
in the pit of bravery
pretending that pretty soon
my ill-fated friends would betray my joy
and wave me good night
on this pure Summer evening

 I lost my lust for love
when I heard their screams

Inside my chest
a thousand mountains fell down
and let the dark blue sky
gasping in dust and ashes

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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