What can be expected from a man
who finds everything beautiful all the time
of a man who laughs out loud with cartoon
and that he cries through his ears when you have to cry through his eyes
that before the great responsibilities of life yawns
and all the drunken frogs wake up in his heart before the
mere promise of a joke or a squid soup,
what can be expected from a man
who snoops through the pages of Hugo or Prevert
his own past and his imminent here and now,
only one thing can be expected:
that he does not confuse a tie with a strap.