Illumined Pleasures
Le passé
Mon enfance
Eileen deviating from my path
Some eggs waiting in the sink
I felt the cold eating my naked feet
As I killed my last cigarette
Ma mémoire s’envole
Vers les horizons
De mon enfance
De ma mère
La silhouette d’Eileen
Surfaces again
Takes over
As I am watching the invasion
Of the Blue sky
From the uncovered part
Of the window.
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