mirage au dessus des nuages sages n 3
CROWD THE STREET
It should run without retained,
She hustled passers-by,
Without taking account of theirarguments,
The street croud,
She rusches intothe alleys,
Shops ard under the arbours,
She walks witha certain agred.
The street roud.
It vas and comes under a routine,
It stands out in its space,
Antres leating in front theirappriah.
The street roud.
She polishead the paved dru,
Which reflet the steps of the unknowns,
Those who visit all whatis known.
In the crowds of our avenues.
JJM
CROWD THE STREET
It should run without retained,
She hustled passers-by,
Without taking account of theirarguments,
The street croud,
She rusches intothe alleys,
Shops ard under the arbours,
She walks witha certain agred.
The street roud.
It vas and comes under a routine,
It stands out in its space,
Antres leating in front theirappriah.
The street roud.
She polishead the paved dru,
Which reflet the steps of the unknowns,
Those who visit all whatis known.
In the crowds of our avenues.
JJM
