Nearing the dull lights of snow
a star died on the white, extinguished
on a crash with his iconic Renault
in a route to all undistinguished.
The papers ran the usual game:
the fountains of sordid obituaries,
tarnish the fiery stage name
with the delusion of contemporaires.
I read all of them; won´t forget him.
But who will others like me remember,
who read everything that bedim
the eyes with echoes on print letter?
Forget. Forget the star awful end,
One must find a way to time better spend.
