It is looking for a twin love

Lightness of an oath

In the streets of my city, there is my love. No matter where it goes in divided time. It is no longer my love, anyone can talk to it. It does not remember who, in fact, used to love it

It is looking for a twin love within desiring looks. The space it is walking in is my fidelity. It is designing hope, and, lightly, rejecting it. It holds the first place without taking part to the game.

I live down in its depths as if I were a happy wreck. It does not know that my solitude is its treasure trove ! On the great meridian where my soaring prints its mark, my freedom makes it hollower.

In the streets of my city, there is my love. No matter where it goes in divided time. It is no longer my love, anyone can talk to it. It does not remember who, in fact, used to love it and is still shedding a light on it from a distance to prevent it from falling down.

René Char Furors and mysteries, 1965

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