Talvel tuulasin igas raamatupoes

                                           mis vähegi kätte sattus

                                            isegi Shakespeare

                                                & Company uksed olid mulle

                         alati valla

                                nüüd ei piisa abrakadabrast                

                                                                                   seesam seesamist

                                      turismihooajal tõstetakse tänavale

                                       pannakse teepervele seisma

 ameeriklaste              hiinlaste

       vahele

                            kes pole lugenud isegi Ulyssest

                                                        ei Hemingwayd      Steini

                                         Fitzgeraldit          Hugod

                    isegi mitte Camus’d                                               või Voltaire’i    

                                                        Prousti         Baldwinist rääkimata                      

                                 me põlispariislased

                                                          protestipealinna proletariaat

                        peame suvel rändama                                matšeetedega

                                                 Amatsoonase avarustes

                                                                ja jääma ootama

                              vihmast vettivaid lehekülgi

                                                              kui saabub me kauaoodatud colis.