Look! at sunset, like a womb from the Seine
Buildings are being built in broken formations,
As they climb on each other's shoulders,
streets illuminated by traces.
Twisted buildings seem like a reptile,
The toothed scales of the roofs bristle.
And there - is there a sting covered with venom?
Is there a ray of sunshine? will he write down the figures?
High up - a gilded tower bursts with light.
