Do not give up till the sunlight has tickled your feet, and night has fallen over the Paris street,
with you still on your back trying to find
an even number,
because only beasts and Gods should be alone
in slumber.
.
Is this your surrender,
Because unless you have
traded blows with fate for a dream,
you are not even a contender.
.
And also because mouths were made for macaroons, conversations and silent exchanges!
.
So do not give up till you have shaken hands with a snowman,
and charged your soul under a tree.
For it is even worship breathing from your nostrils.