martedì 13 gennaio 2015

The day of bullets

Oh dear you
covered by the sound of dust
left alone with a question mark
left at the counter with the bill
left on the pavement with a risen arm
you  held the gun and disappeared
you held your breath on a second left
Le Monde te suives mais te sauves pas
Le Monde t' appelles mais te marches a peine
Le Monde te quittes et  te laisses sans voix.


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