Stéphane Mallarmé
ulcer bites, alas, I've been to all parties.
Escape! flee away! Where waiting
blessed floating rainbow fish!
Nothing, not even a call for a private viewing obscene
will keep my heart that heals
Tropic Sun! Neither sip organic tea
In places that fashion makes it popular
Neither the caregiver with her languor greedy.
Goodbye! Foretaste of the idleness of the heat, I am almost on holiday if
seat belt!
a hurry, which was taken between commitments and deadlines,
already sets returns by choosing the departures!
And, perhaps, my flight, plowing
strange skies will be intercepted by Iranian rockets pointing
, discarded on the beaches of Hammamet
... But my heart, grab the offer of the Club Med!
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