Just when I thought my memory served me right,
The strange essence of adultery in the middle of the night,
Passed out on the floor, stench of cheap wine,
Avenged, destructed, painted in red for being out of line.
After many years, I came around the same place,
Accompanied by the crass and the humorless.
I can still smell it in the air,
The air is filled with unsolicited advice and despair.
The sound of his crooked laugh still evokes my senses,
Outright playtime and subtle nuances.
For others, this may be where the dead lies,
But I, for all have seen the Devil’s glimpses.
La Visage de Femme 