Le calme

Je poste pas mal en ce moment, hein ?
Profitez-en, c'est la Poudrière après.

Il téléphone à Lucy.

Wrath

Mine eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the Lord:

He is trampling out the vintage

where the grapes of wrath are stored.

You've fallen cold and dead

Un garçon très sérieux, lui, très sérieux.
Nouveau projet ? Hein ? Quoi ? Non ? Ah, si ? Ah.

Oh Captain ! My Captain !

O Captain! my Captain!
our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won.
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

-Walt Whitman

Un autre roux pour Guillaume !

Keepsake

Sometimes your eyes held me
as if trying to prepare a memory,
embalming me for long term storage
though I was not yet gone or going.

- Whit Leyenberger, Keepsakes