Poem on the death of Brigitte Bardot
She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Once a national treasure, the object of men's dreams, seducing by being, violating by loving. She became invisible long before her death. Withdrawing from the dream. Words were false, beauty became obsolete. She only loved animals, wives were allowed to keep their husbands. Death made it official. The most beautiful woman in the world was dead. God created a woman, Brigitte Bardot, now sleeping forever.