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The last breath’s flickering

Is painted against the backdrop of life –

Without a colour – but with a halo,

Without a candle – but with a cross.

And that moment,

In front of which one stands

For the silver summing up

Stirs up in the glasses

Bubbles from the days

Of dreams –

Made up by the fish,

That have happened,

That have kissed,

That have fallen silent.

Human destinies are

Charts,

Halfway filled

By every Homo Sapiens –

Without being aware of his own

Participation in this deal

Without negotiations.

Mississippi’s shores are pretty!

Does the Seine also listen to this song?

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