1 juin 2010
2
01
/06
/juin
/2010
18:26
An orange fruit
goes round
and round and round
It is growing there
somewhere
right in the middle
of the infield
or aside
maybe
I should rather say
in the middle
of a smiling heart
that slipped
from the lips of a loving tree
waiting for its ripening
Orange fruits grow on rose trees
Poèmes en anglais
Eole, La Roche-en-Ardenne
2007