Réponse:

temporarily:

the afternoon blazes through the window

at nap time

it is forbidden to speak to the poet

do not disturb

because

I make love with words

behind the door

and in my bed

do not disturb the poet

there is no answer to the number you dialed

I'm temporarily away from the world

I leave misery aside

time to tell me

push open the door

take your foot

it is forbidden to speak to the poet

until August

because I'm in the bed

with words

words without feet or head

words moon barking to dogs

words shivering iguanas dazzled by roses

tile words that fall on my head

because I don't know how to act

quicksand words

nail words of crucifixion

and Easter resurrected

flagellations words on bare thighs

words promises

words Place de l'Opéra

or Place Saint-Pierre

or Place where you want

between Brooklyn and Africa

it is forbidden to disturb the poet

I'm not there for anyone

when the words run through my head

and walk in my blood

three little turns and then go

wait until the end of summer