With this sun, we wanted
Not to speak,
To drink in life
In small gulps.
Under the superb sky
Along the embankment, chewing a blade of grass
And skirt stuck, she looked
With a triumphant air
This young beardless man
Or still almost a child
Who wanted her.
It would have taken almost nothing, perhaps,
A gesture from him,
A smile from her that said “come”.
It would have taken almost nothing, perhaps,
For a bird to flee
With the sound of wings for everything to be well...
So that by- above the roof of the factory,
Along the gray walls,
So that over the neighboring road
And its gray paving stones,
So that over all the hills,
So that above all the forests,
So that it rises to heaven, without bells and without weddings,
A children's love
Which would purify. ..
But it was already? two hardened children
Who no longer believed they had? to say to each other
That the words of the greats...
That life already crushed mercilessly,
Who no longer knew how to dream or laugh
C indifferent heart...
And this day again
Along the embankment
The poppies with the cornflowers
In vain waited
A cruel hand
Who would pick them...

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