suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
young d**h sits in a café
smiling,a piece of money held between
his thumb and first finger
(i say “will he buy flowers” to you
and “d**h is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters,life has a beard” i
say to you who are silent.—”Do you see
Life?he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds
asleep,on his head
flowers,always crying
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
yes,
will He buy?
Les belles bottes—oh hear
,pas chères”)
and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else
there is a lady,whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young d**h,is slender;
likes flowers.