Translated by Eloisa Amezcua The girl with an open dress wakes at the hour when words are on holiday because she herself is a
Lily, there were crows in the field. I remember. Lily lived next door, let me drive her IROC Z Camaro to the prom. Lily
No other sky could hold such light, not this afternoon outside Notre Dame where the glow casts all of Paris in Rodin’s marble studio.