Almost Winter
I'll lineaments of dreams
Supplementing stubborn signs
Over the trails where prance drunk birds
September when the season flies
In his last summer fires
Autumn is already slow from its long winter forehead
E t let our eyes wander in out
On the oceans ; I'm going and you know my torpor in these extreme cold
Warning when the fire shuddered us
So then I see so close
Our flame bursts when wife
You're such languid voice
When summer is the epigram lights
Then lights in its blades arrows
To the Sea of dreams where the dance h has their