La géométrie est aux arts plastiques ce que la grammaire est à l'art de l'écrivain. - Guillaume Apollinaire

I used to walk by the river
An old book under my arm
The river is the same as pain
It elapses mindlessly
And when will the week be over

Farewell, false love, I took you for
The woman that I lost last year
Forever as I think:
I loved her but I will not see
Her any more in Germany.
O Milky Way, sister in whiteness
To Canaan's rivers and the bright
Bodies of lovers drowned,
Can we follow toilsomely
Your path to other nebulae?

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends