by Camille Pellicer 1) birthI was born in autumn on a MondayAnd I’d like to think it was a beautiful day,From a soft red cocoon to this blessed afternoonIn the least of beauty, at the outmost miseryAs a murmur, as a shadow,I appeared as a little blue rose, fruit of an unloved unionWelcome to the … Lire la suite de The temperature of my tears // Les poèmes de Camille