Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me
when you smile.

Take me to the ball!

You'd think I was a siren.

Won't you come to comfort me?

Elle ne parlait guère.

The taste of Snow Jewel.

Se perdre dans les rues.

Je ne veux pas travailler.

Elles, encore.

Séduisantes, un peu fanées.

Lost in translation.

Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié la chanson que tu me chantais.

Dans un jardin éphémère.

This is the way I share my breakfast.

Oui, la nuit je mens.

Glittering memories.

Mémoires d'une jeune sardine.

Like a coffee cup on a table.

Je reviens te chercher, je savais que tu m'attendais.

And the coolness of your smile is

stirring of birds between my arms; but

I should rather than anything

have (almost when hugeness will shut

quietly) almost,

your kiss.

- E. E. Cummings

That glowing September, softly fading away.