An oak coffee table, a TV set, a few channels
A mediocre view, a cream-colored sofa bed
A heap of magazines, some trophies in a showcase
A flask of wild water and double windows
Half-closed curtains, some plants, 2:30
In the guest room, for the first night
In the lovers' room, you sleep alone now
In the guest room, I watch the rain falling,
The travelling stars, and I fall asleep on my stomach
A leaning shelf, a red and white rocket
Some heaps of clothes, monkey money
Old yellowed photographs, movies forbidden
To people under 18 of age and children drawings
Half-closed curtains, motionless, 3 o'clock
In the guest room, I am that enemy
Sleeping in the purgatory, at the left of the hallway
In the guest room, from thesis to theory
I know that I am completely wrong, I fall asleep on my back
In the guest room, I will welcome girls
Partners in bitterness, beautiful night birds
In the lovers' room, I will go from time to time
But the following morning, thrown out of Heaven,
I will take back my marbles, my Bulgari watch
And I will come back here, in the guest room