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time is limited
We are millions watching the city at night through the window, in our warm and closed intimate space, we all feel the fresh loneliness - inside/outside.
We are all alone alltogether, watching each other without seeing anyone, from highness or lying on the ground, the floor itself. The macadam floor.The beautiful concrete dress The City wears at night, with its sodium lamps jewellery, illuminating the rough tissue wrapped around it with large orange dashes, yellow punctums, dashes of green above the empty lanes. Everybody at this minute is glancing outside, nobody sees anyone looking back. Watery colours spreading on the walls, inside homes.I wonder what night allows.
If city is a "she" or a "he".
I wonder why it is so different. Why and not how._____________________________________________________
J'ai decidé que 29 ans, c'est bien. 30 ça devient ridicule, avant c'est peut-être gâcher des chances.
29; la veille de 30, c'est parfait.
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Commentaires
décidé 27, je trouvais ça rock'n'roll. Et puis j'en ai 26 et je me dis qu'en fait non.