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2004-03-02 | |
One shiningdark morning,
I caught you seeking in my armoire.
You thief, voleur, I said,
what are you doing here?
I'm looking for a pair of socks,
you said, blushing.
I have to go to the prom,
and I need socks from your closet...
This is not a closet, you fool!
are you blind, or what? ...I said
... Regarde! Smell!
Don't you feel the oak's scent?
I found something in your armoire.
And your eyes...
like the autumn in Ytaka
...were almost closed.
your right young cyclopean eye wide opened in my left eye,
like a gentle geyser in an iceberg.
in my eye,
looking at you
(shy, hot, frighten, cold, shallow, proud, discovering the North Pole).
Are you dreaming? I asked you.
You are dreaming, you answered me,
using all my words, in another order.
I dream, I said, I am tired, I said...
Please wake-up, you said, polite!
You have a skeleton in your closet.
What skeleton, you fool?
I-n m-y a-r-m-o-i-r-e:
It's a simple mirror.
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