From all I did and all I said let no one try to find out who I was.

What shall become of us without any barbarians? Those people were a kind of solution.

Try to keep them, poet, those erotic visions of yours, however few of them there are that can be stilled. Put them, half-hidden, in your lines.

The days of the future stand in front of us Like a line of candles all alight Golden and warm and lively little candles.

Arriving there is what you are destined for

One candle is enough. Its gentle light will be more suitable, will be more gracious when the Shades arrive, the Shades of Love.

A month passes by and brings another month. Easy to guess what lies ahead: all of yesterday's boredom. And tomorrow ends up no longer like tomorrow.