I can hear myself howl when the window's runges come
(My scream becomes shrill).
Finding my spirit again,
I open my eyes.
Anthea's hand is in mine
(Our pale faces, our mouths big opening...)
I see myself through her.
Terrified, I push back their hands.
(One supervisor comes in and disturbs our affair :
« Did everything do on ? »).
Mugges by these words,
Anthea thrown onto me,
Start to gnaw my shoulder.
My blood's view in her mouth seickens me.
(Pity for her who meets quickly like a prisonner).
Pity for her in her never-ending hand-held folder.
(I can see myself through her...)

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