He just arrived, the damn month of July With its procession of sunny days and long evenings, where the omnipresent heat, gives us desires from elsewhere. The slightest breath of air brings well-being, And, to imprison it, we cross windows and shutters, living in the gentle darkness Just, brightened by the rays of light and shade that openwork blinds create. And if some people manage to love and enjoy these long hours that stretch, overheated I prefer by far the dishevelled autumn With its cool nights and gales Leaving the beach and the heat to the summer visitors.