La Vie de Chrysante

End­lessly mov­ing
Unfal­ter­ingly engaged;
Cit­ies never sleep

Small, so del­ic­ate
Toys in the cold autumn night
—the cars keep moving

So strong, so agile
Pres­ence announced by a roar;
Patience—it has none

Silence on the road
Such beau­ti­ful empti­ness
—The howl starts anew