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Pierre Reverdy


PIERRE REVERDY. PABLO PICASSO. LES PEINTRES FRANÇAIS NOUVEAUX, Nº 16. NOUVELLE REVUE FRANÇAISE. 1924 (Libros Antiguos, Raros y Curiosos - Bellas artes, ocio y coleccion - Pintura)


always there

June 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

I must no longer see myself and must forget
To speak to people whom I do not know
To shout without being heard
For no reason all alone
I know everyone and each of your steps
I would like to talk but no one listens
Heads and eyes turn away from me
Towards the night
My head is a ball full and heavy
Rustling as it rolls along the ground

Faraway
Nothing behind me nothing ahead
In the void where I descend
A few strong drafts
Swirl around me
Cruel and cold
From doors left ajar
Upon yet-to-be forgotten memories
The world like a pendulum has come to a standstill
People suspended for all eternity
An aviator descends like a spider by a thread

Relieved everyone dances
Between heaven and earth
But a ray of light comes
From the lamp that you forgot to turn off
In the stairwell
Ah it’s not over
Oblivion is not complete
I must still learn to know myself


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