I gave
a girl my soul.
She looket at it.
Smiled faintly.
And dropped it into the gutter.
Casually.
God ! she had class.
J'ai donné
a girl my soul.
mon âme a une fille.
She looket at it.
Elle l'a regardée.
Smiled faintly.
A souri jaune.
And dropped it into the gutter.
Et l'a jetée dans le caniveau.
Casually.
Negligemment.
God ! she had class.
Elle avait une sacrée classe.
Richard Brautigan
