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Miscellaneous
Distant Architectures
It happened by chance in a
Modern street in the rain
The umbrellas that go zoom - zoom - zoom
And there universe goes boom - boom - boom
Him: a French song
She: a red Irish laugh
It rained languid days
It rained languid daysâ¦
Yes but I had to go
I would have looked at everything
And I would have written about it even better than that
He was a loden brought by a
Sweetness without regrets
From ardent classical studies,
The pipe bitten between the teeth...
She was a horse, a cat, a wave
Of the Nordic sea in the sun,
Dressed like one he wants,
Dressed as one wants…
Two beautiful legs, she and a bit of
Blue smoke, he…
With the permission of the gods…
The gods of good sleep...
The gods of good years,
The gods of red love,
Fire in the skirts, distant architecture...
The old song French
Against a red Irish laugh
The umbrellas that go zum -zum - zum
And the universe goes boom - boom - boom

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