FACE PUZZLE

Most of the time

Nobody knows the problem

identifies where it comes from or

has the ability to name it,

even after death.

I asked my grandmother

who appeared more blessed than ever

in my dream:

“What is the problem?”

Horror in her eyes,

porcelain smile of her lips scattered into pieces.

I mean, she lost her face!

I looked around for help.

I wondered if I could turn back the time.

I gathered the pieces of her face.

I made the puzzle.

I put it here. 

LE VIN ET LE FROMAGE

Je te le jure :
Si je me permets de parler à tort et à travers,
Personne n’a l’autorité de me faire taire,
ni toi
ni le bibliothécaire.
Je parle jusqu'à ce que mon haleine sente le fromage et 
il ne te reste plus de vin dans la cave de nez.