.Dans un restaurant vide où les mouches se taisent,
J'aime entendre l'écho des phrases refroidies.
Cette conversation muette qu'ont les chaises
En groupe, sous le lustre éteint l'après-midi.
Déjà fanées les fleurs deviennent funéraires
Et la tapisserie est un ciel san.
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