Butterfly Night
- Good day.
- Good night.
- Thanks.
Hello or good evening. I do not know. I'm lost. The taxi driver did not doubt him, it reads in small bags under my eyes like an open book: "good night". It almost makes him happy that decrypts the fatigue on my face. It feels less alone. We look at both and we share the compassion of those who work at night.
Hey everyone, it is 1:00.
offices are like the seashore I prefer when there is not too much sun and it's desert. Night on the radio, I'm like a fish in water, a moth, a butterfly in water. I'm just a little disappointed, or sand, or roller, anyway I forgot my jersey. The hours pass with the rhythm of waves breaking news and headlines Afp I pray desperately to break.
Hello, it is 2:00 am.
night, the challenge and the problems are not the same. This is the first time that I lack faint at the sight of a broken coffee maker. And when I talk on the air when he should not, as Xavier Bertrand borders on promoting education minister and I stumble on words as in the steps of the PP, so I'm not even drunk, and although it does not matter, since you were not listening anyway. I am sometimes tempted to proclaim the Games Olymchique in Pine and introduce myself at the best price contrepeterie.
Hello, it is 5:00.
- You wake up or you go to bed?
- I confess I do not know very well either. You have to make a detour by Baron, I just found a beverage ticket in the back pocket of my jeans, and then it's close. Actually no, forget it, it is already today my night will start.
Today, I am scarcely awake, I'm still quite disheveled, I cut my bangs, I put the odds of my side, at the risk of revealing my dark circles. Haircut, next to me is a guy there with his diary and a half, everyone's laughing at his mouth, I am saying that he understood everything. A little later, I stand in line at the supermarket, before the couple bought a quart of red, and that, that makes me totally freak out. As if to sleep at night and enjoy the day as if it had always done things by half.
Well no, no question. Tonight, as stated Celinette, we'll go zouk guys. But beside the dance floor is transpotting the remake, I'm not taking drugs, I feel in the shoes of Mark Renton. I spin like my tights after stumbling. Call a taxi, I know beforehand that in his eyes, the compassion is gone, I doubt that he does not record the flashes directly from the Paris Paris and that he is me cast a spell that I fell down the stairs.
is the end of this flash ... tomorrow will be in Paris 14 ˚, 19 ˚ in Marseille. ... The morning will be cloudy and wet ... there will be some cloudy during the day, but will be shy ...
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