Afternoon (2) : memories from Saint-Malo

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The waves what  waves!

And the gray gulls

in the dying light

of a surprising October

The waves, what  waves!

And the  gray gulls

And the  scum breaker

Even the waiter  came out

Standing on the threshold

almost afraid of

the tidal

which wiped once more

the words of love drawn in the afternoon sand

then  withdrew from the walls, exhausted

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