Les chiens aboient Poem by André Schmitz
Les chiens aboient
Les chiens aboient. Il n'y a pourtant pas de
passants, dit l'homme. La femme qui comprend
tout sans rien savoir pense que ce sont des
âmes en détresse comme la sienne qui voyagent
la nuit. Et elle voudrait faire l'amour dans
le jardin avec une de ces âmes qu'un chien
lui apporterait toute chaude dans sa gueule.
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