Miss in Vous
how you can be so strong,
how you can wait so long
Life seems to me like a laughing shadow,
a poor play made for madmen and dilettantes.
How do you keep smiling
when most men are fools?
while I remain fantastically fatalistic.
Did you expect the summer smiles of poems to greet you?
I can only find a grain of sand
to greet me before death.