et un jour tout ce rose disparaît
in the shadow of very gladly, sometimes and often
my great daring is extinguished
I, the painter of the unfortunately
and the gradually diminishing
it all has to be accepted with intelligibility
as a condition and wide open to the world
with the maintenance of all poisonous fantasies
about events that unfold
in a hint of contact without a decisive motive
where forgetting is no longer an option
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