Karl Wiener

Le souvenir

 
Le vent m'a soufflé un chant
à voix toute basse de loin.
De mon enfance il a sonné
et raconté du temps passé.
Il me rappelle un gamin
qui fait des tours au voisin:
Le vol des pommes du pommier,
beaucoup de vitres cassées.
Où est le coin où disparut
celui qui a marqué le but?
 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/27/2007.

 
 

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