Miss in Vous

I wonder

how you can be so strong,

how you can wait so long

for victory.

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?

You've changed

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.