vendredi 7 septembre 2012



I came back home
my youthful mind loaded
with memories and hopes
and my soul expecting
the subtle tenderness
of sweet welcoming words

but you were almost silent
and you left me puzzled
in the middle of a sentence
you never finished

your dog came 
wagging its tail
as if to make up
for your rudeness

and thus I entered
the present
of my maimed past
with the assurance 
that death could come 
at any time

and your dog 
was still cheerful 
In the desert of old
locusts and bees
kept company to John
and fed him

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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