Cold
Too tight
Tossed around
From wanderings to enmities
Forcibly crumpled and cradled
In trustless laundry
br/>Then dragged
Face to the ground
On paths
Cross paths
Earthy and muddy
Virgin and frozen
They dance the brazed card l©s
Without even worrying about the tufted cries
Which nevertheless contrast with the atmosphere
Faus se lied gayéé drowned the carelessness
There where they clink their glasses in the cold
Nocturnal and frosty indifference is anchored
She toasts without even feeling the fear
Of a portrait which still seems familiar to him