The Search for Lost Time

Shut up in a Paris apartment,

tedious is the rainy day.

The demon of frivolity

(faithful to the female sex),

in order to house guests at his table,

forbade amongst friends, his winter clothes.

A soirée without programme.

Can I count on tomorrow?

Is that possible?

Who could refuse anything from an angel?

Depth of expression, painted by masters,

such cynicism for a go-between.

Diabolical spirit and blunt refusals

announce themselves with satisfaction.

I desire to rouse their envy.

Like coming from a party 

with an ineffable smile.