The Sea and the Rain,
a glance, little tables around the earth…
he will fall far from here.
That she was born in a country that you,
you’ll never go to,
(preferring above all, the fabulous animals),
but at this moment the apocalyptic beast
It is two little birds she has closed up in her dress,
flowers as sweet as hair on handsome postcards.
A great big bird, he liked her hair better,
every night in the midst of dreams
composed of such high and preemptory phantoms…
The hour struck for the lighting of lamps,
that superb comet, unable to repudiate the miracle
of its course across the skies,