Poezie
Heat
by George Bacovia
1 min lectură·
Mediu
There are dead men in town, my love
I came here to let you know, because
On the catafalque in town, in the heat
Slowly, the corpses decompose
The living move, but also decomposed
Their soil is sweating melted in the heat;
The smell of corpses slowly rise, my love,
Today, even your breast has fall’n a bit
Throw strong parfumes inside, all over carpets
Put roses on yourself, smell like a rose
There are dead men all over town, my love
And slowly, the cadavers decompose...
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