I felt the first attacks of evil
Under Marilou's sarcasm
My ears after words like 'Old bastard, faggot'
Turned into cabbage leaves
At dawn, I went to the tobacconist café
Stock up on smoke bombs
And I asked the gas station attendant
Behind the zinc, plenty of kerosene
Then, dragging my sneakers
I was going to lock myself in the water closets
Where there, I vomited my alcohol and my hatred
Staggering, I came back
And the little children laughed
Of my cauliflower ears
I had gradually taken on the face of a boxer