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Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection
on some piece of gleaming furniture
that the child remembers so much later
like a revelation.

And if in his later life, one day
wounds him like so many others,
it's because he mistook some risk
or other for a promise.

Let's not forget the music, either,
that soon had hauled him 
toward absence complicated
by an overflowing heart....


Translated by A. Poulin

Added: 2 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 9:32 AM | Viewed: 3603 times

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