15 septembre 2007
One day
One day,
There’ll be
something more than the day
Something
franker that will be called Jode
Something
as translucent as rosin is
That one will
elegantly crimp in an eye
There will
be the auraille, crueler
The
volutin, more casual
The summum,
less never ending
The baouf,
still covered with snow
There will
be the chalmondre
The
ivrumini, the barhoic
And a whole
field of analognes
The hours
will be different
Not the
same, without result
No use to
decide right now
The precise
details of all this
One thing
remains certain: one day
There’ll be
something more than the day
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