I hesitated a long time before I decided to write this letter for fear of the consequences that it
would have for me and the rest ......... and above all for you
and the possible discomfort you may feel by reading through these words.
Sans le savoir,tu crois m'aider,
je broie du noir,à me châtier.
J'voyais qu'tes cils,atout subtil,
regard narquois,annonce d'exil.
Mais sous l'arcade,l’œil se balade,