Peu de météores sur le plat pays des vieux.
Malhabiles nous sommes à nous atteindre, les hommes, malgré la promesse entrevue dans l'eau du regard.
Homme, enfant tragique qui n'en finis pas…
Il faut ruiner plus creux que par notre vengeance. Nos promesses, nos témoins doivent périr.
Malhabiles nous sommes à nous atteindre, les hommes, malgré la promesse entrevue dans l'eau du regard.
Beauté pour nous donner des yeux semblables aux siens, sans regard.
Tout est pour tous puisque rien ne reste à aucun.
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