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Vera Nabokov

 

 

Couteau.
Souffle.
Cœur.
Poitrine.
Poids.
Vide.
Brûlure.
Écartelé sous le soleil et au dedans.
Brûlure.
Fuite.
Souffle.
Cœur.
Couteau.
Soif.
Brûlure.
Poitrine.
Faim.
Souffle.
Couteau.
Voilà…

S., le 22 Décembre 2017, Copenhague.

I'm writing. Poems. Stories. Songs. And not so boring reviews about movies, actors and, when I get really angry, news. In the blank spaces, I'm teaching. "Littérature". In a high school. A French one. In Copenhagen. In Denmark. On Earth, in the so-called (Scientist, Priests, Painters, Bakers and Postmen but curiously no Politics) so, in the so-called Universe, on Earth, in Denmark, Copenhagen. My biography is still in progress and will be updated when required. Next time I'm considering quitting everything for a non-sense relocation project of myself in Louisiana (the American one) or writing a poem to some iconic beautiful woman who has crossed my path for just a glance and I want to make it last. In vain, it goes without saying : told you I was a poet. Here it is folks. Haw ! most of all, and not to be forgotten : All my Love. Enjoy reading (and not only me). Sébastien

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