ArtistMonsieur Rêveur died last night while betting. It's night, it's dark. It's pitch black in Paris. no text, no sign, no sun, Style dada
A solitary figure stands in a foggy, dimly lit street at night, with streetlights casting a soft glow on the deserted surroundings.
it's a small dada poem in the prompt, i changed some words, inspired by Philippe Soulpault.
i've learned his poem when i was child. Dada is missing new poets
music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3m7CdNAPs30