A young woman follows something with her gaze that we cannot see. / We hear her thoughts: “He poured the coffee into the cup, added the milk, added sugar… And put the cup down, without speaking to me…” It is the poem “Le déjeuner du matin.” / She looks and then looks again, very attentively. / …It fades into darkness. Musical beat. / The couple at the table, total silence. Her thoughts arise again: the poem. / “And he went away/ out into the rain… I covered my face with my hands and cried.”