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For Papa , 2018
I knew you wouldn't listen
so I kept my eyes shut, when I was the last to kiss you
on your frozen grey forehead.
Keep your eyes tight.
Lemons are falling rotten on our garden
Papa could have stayed some years more.
Talking with you was like trying to jump from the top floor
Papa was always looking inside him
Papa never wanted to see what was on the other side of this island
She said I should never cry.
Hold your tiers
when Papa only regretted for not having a house at the mountains of France !
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