vendredi 30 octobre 2015
dimanche 11 janvier 2015
lundi 4 août 2014
The last words 7 years later
Since the last post, we obviously get back together despite being in two different country. I just could not imagine my life without the sharpest man I ever met. But after a mail sent early today, I think his words will be the finals to our beautiful and tough story.
To flashtitia
Aug 4 2014 at 10:42 PM
Cool. I only sent the mail to confirm what I knew you'd write months ago. I won't waste my words on arguing your misguided points. Take care of yourself and goodbye.
jeudi 18 juillet 2013
End
jeudi 15 décembre 2011
notes 2
Winter evening between dog and wolf. Open window, freezing breeze. Torso breathes. Fumes from a transparent mustard glass. Eyes paralyzed on distant electric concrete. Hands tenderly roving around the black coffee glass while the horizon is going to sleep, tender coffee spilling on the neat wood, forking off between a cup and a virgin ashtray, brown amazon river running after gravity along the white plastic of a washing machine and dropping slowly now forming a dark ochre puddle. Coffee lac reflecting the giant legs running for a blue sponge. Sucked into the absorbent blue, the once magnificent arabica drew a flat face sticking tongue at the running cleaning hands. Magic lost for two drops on a naked foot.
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