I - a parrot from the Antilles,
but I live in a square cell magician.
Around - retort, globes, paper,
and the old man's cough, and chimes.

Let hour spells in the whirlwind of the vote
and in the glare of the eyes, twinkling like a sword,
Eroshat wings of fear and courage
and I fought with ghosts owls ...

Let! But hardly under the arch dull
enter speculate on maps il of cute
Libertine in gilded cloak -
I dream of a ship in the quiet bay,

I remember the sun ... and in vain
I strive to forget that ugly secret.



See also:   Frederic Beigbeder "Love lives for three years" to read online

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