The brave boy of the town
Feeling unsteady—hot …
To the envy of everyone—I shout
Shoot it out!
… to the blind accordionist.
And what kind of woman is this one
Walking in freezing weather?
The whole of France could not afford this woman!
Understand that—you streets!
This street war is to be beautiful.
This street war is love.
A sudden Christmas
I am without a friend and without family.
I am familiar to no one
Who or what I am—troubles no one.
In a lighted shed, this woman, in a tank,
Diving for hearts
I am unable to clap
I am frightened—I say frightened
At being pimped and pestered by a child
She is gone, my splendid dog—so good at everything
What a pity it is, you don’t drink.
Paraphrased poetry
The brave boy of the town Feeling unsteady—hot … To the envy of everyone—I shout Shoot it out! … to the blind accordionist. And what kind of woman is this one Walking in freezing weather? The whole of France could not afford this woman! Understand that—you streets!
This street war is to be beautiful. This street war is love.
A sudden Christmas I am without a friend and without family. I am familiar to no one Who or what I am—troubles no one.
In a lighted shed, this woman, in a tank, Diving for hearts I am unable to clap I am frightened—I say frightened At being pimped and pestered by a child
She is gone, my splendid dog—so good at everything What a pity it is, you don’t drink.