Memory of France

Together with me recall: the sky of Paris, the gaint autumn crocus...

We went shopping for hearts at the flower girls booth:

They are 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.