Chambre 7 [English translation]

Paris,

Some December morning

I'm writing to you from inside a room

Void of any comfort

Without patio

And it would seem, without flowers

And without TV sets

Nothing

But a sinister lampshade

And the warmth

Of a radiator

On which I laid

This V-neck sweater

You often wore

Often, on public holidays

I finished my novel

But I didn't like it

It ends quite sadly

With a misunderstanding

Because I don't love you anymore