Pope, peace, balloons
are nice words which enjoy seeing each other.
Prince, party, with models.
Mulled wine, piggy bank, fitness sandals.
"Come on, give us a mammoth hug."
Prince Harry gives his models a mammoth hug.
They don't think his fitness sandals are ridiculous, but cool in fact, nice
a bit like those of the pope, for whom everyone has great admiration.
The pope wonders along with Jesus: are we kind enough to people
who are more dangerous than us? Must every beheading
become a hanging matter?
"He wears the red neckerchief": He is beheaded.
"Wearing the cardinal's hat": Scalped.
If humanity could confess to the good, no woman's magazine would have
something to hide.
The pharmaceutical industry enables it for a small charge:
Nice words are ready to penetrate all the pores.
A desert is the world. But the rain follows the plough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem