I remember,
The sweet moments of September,
In Paris , together.
I can look,
In those pictures. Take a look!
You know it for sure. Take a look!
I reread, lines from my poems,
Many of them, I have,
In my pockets.
These things I remember,
Things we did, in November
Your smiles …
And the moment we had meet.
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