An hour of absence in Withered my office.
men who dance in monotonous corridors.
Women who smile, tears in her eyes.
And you in your coffin, which seems to challenge us.
ribbons which rain roofs of our houses,
Bright in the street like a firework
Streamers innocent manners unbearable
screams that fade in the damp June.
A Day campaign, miserable and fabulous
Ignoring her curves for better arch, proud.
processions legs sublime and familiar
Who tore the stones of arrhythmic clamor.
A rendezvous in a cafe nearby, Two
three very old friends who drink beer
A flood of words sliced, hugs reviewing
The light of a great forgotten the past.
A street which is in charge of an infernal tumult
Children annoying knees they jostle
Shadows in noise, music sickening
Who spoof the scent of waffles and pancakes.
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