January 7, 2011

they are alike

"I change my mind
You pass in the street
In a hurricane of sun
I meet you; I stop
I am young you must remember

I change my mind
Your mouth is absent
I speak to you no longer; you are asleep
There are fires of terror in your night
A field of clear tears in your dreams
We are not sad together
I forget you"

-Paul √Čluard