Mr. theater, I love you!
I love your smell of old smoke,
Your thuds and padded
The light that flows from your stomach And
dazzles our children's faces,
Your voice deep and tender
Who touches me and hangs In my
lips like a passionate kiss.
Mr. theater I love you! I love you too
order that together we can
love, hate, ignore,
live, die and resurrect the sandstone
your stories and your memories
Here VONTI et viennent dans nos corps de simples soupirs
Comme ...
... Monsieur le théâtre, je vous aime!
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