http://www.poetryexperiment.com/2011/05/24/96
My love is broadcast from the scene
beat you with jealousy against the rocks of our surf
I gulp drink alcohol
Your usual toast : " Yes, for those who are in the sea ! "
A is already rolling down his cheeks salt
I laugh , its a breeze kiss on the lips ,
I all took place and water , and fire, and pipes
mineral water
