L'espectre de Maria Antonieta

Of course, there are days when everyone seems foolish and chooses to stay silent
Of course, if she concentrates, she can smell exotic perfumes running down her arm
Of course, she becomes tedious with her tales of carriages crossing meadows
Do not dare judge her from your momentarily alive and healthy bodies!

At dusk
When the sun goes down
Marie Antoinette
Goes out to investigate
And crosses the traffic
And sneaks in wherever she wants
To scare little girls
And sleepless men
And with other specters
She laughs at mortals
Sitting on the spires
Of the cathedral

And flying over a deserted Paris, she says
Marie, you're here, as clever as you think, and you don't see how memories are lying to you
They're lying to you!
And she says
Marie, only you know how you managed to bore life inside those gardens, those gardens!