Together with me recall: the sky of Paris, that giant autumn crocus...
We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth:they were blue and they opened up in the water.
It began to rain in our room,and our neighbour came in.
Monsieur Le Songe, a lean little man.
We played cards,
I lost the irises of my eyes;you lent me your hair,
I lost it, he struck us down.
He left by the door, the rain followed him out.
We were dead and were able to breathe.
