A poem in six little parts read by its author. It is called “Adventure“, an adventure leading to death, or maybe not. I was struck by the beginning of the poem. How can it happen that I read this poem precisely these days ? The mysteries of fate following me everywhere.
“It came to me one night as I was falling asleep
that I had finished with those amorous adventures
to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love?
my heart murmured.”