Child Vagrant of the World

Child vagrant of the world Of the parks Of the arches Of the wet ravines You grasp from the wind Stories and thoughts And talk to yourself About what’s not anymore For friends? You have the pigeons And for a roof? You have the stars You walk to places Obscure to us Your steps guided By hunger and by the moons Wandering in the world You grasp songs and laments From the wind And you talk to yourself Of a love you never had Your parties? If others have them Your clothes? Always those Wandering in the oblivion Creature of the sun Of the frost Of the dim lights Of the decadent joys You separate yourself from us Your steps your life A coin your joy A future? You never had one A past? Now everything has been Tell me! With what hope will you sleep?