je m'ennuie de la ville de mai

Cette ville
Aux longs cris,
Qui profile
Son front gris,
Des toits frêles,
Cent tourelles,
Clochers grêles,
C’est Paris !

Notre-Dame !
Que c’est beau !
Sur mon âme
De corbeau,
Voudrais être
Clerc ou prêtre
Pour y mettre
Mon tombeau !

Le vieux Louvre ! –
Large et lourd,
Il ne s’ouvre
Qu’au grand jour,
Emprisonne
La couronne,
Et bourdonne
Dans sa tour.

V. Hugo

How happy I am to see you. The spring has come.
Here.
Pure and romantic.
Oh.
Just a singing girl.
She turns and leaves for nothingness.
She goes to nothingness.

Never come back? But what do I have in this cold and worshipped city?

I just promise that this summer will be unusual. And imprudent.

Oh, give me the words...
...that tell me nothing.

pseudohaiku

And nobody loves me.

I don't mean parents, of course.

What a May.

Going nowhere. Do you remember:

‘A slow sort of country!’ said the Queen. ‘Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!’

I don't like it, but I still have to. I have to stay here, to wait for tomorrow without any changes. So typical of my life nowadays.



I couldn't come back to the other city this spring, and it's unusual. Seems less and less probable. You won't share your emotions, you never tell... but it doesn't happen. And that's the difference. So easy.



Got tired. Just got tired.

But - a blue sky has come back. And that's good news.

Impressionned, ill and tired

I really like it.

Two domes seen from one window - that's great.

And I'm obliged to a saw for one of them. What a contradiction between love for aesthetics and fear of violence.

And in the night the most famous one is bright. Now I can see it from anywhere - I'm used to see it from the windows of our university, from any corner of the campus... now I can see it staying at home.

Domes of the City.

It's marvellous, all this life, I mean.
Let the people stay together.
Minimum (riff, riff, wow, it's scratching - you're full of emotions).
Yep.
Old Jim Crow songs is in my head.
Life in a day, in a day.
***
It happens. It happens. Whenever you think about it, it happens. And no contradictions. And you remember the cold wind which make stupid thoughts just disappear. Just... they disappear.
Life in a day, in a day.
***
I wanna see you in another city. If I manage to come there. Just to see.
Formidable.
Incredible.
I still love you.
***
Who's being crazy? No. not me indeed.
***
It seems I'll never change. I look like I looked in the age of 15. I feel it like nothing has changed. My world.
"In your world

No one is crying alone

In your world

No one is dying alone"

Oh.
Fresh air - that's what I need. And to listen to you. Whenever. Anywhere.
What a stupid girl...

Do you think it's springtime? It's still cold... but some extraordinary things make me feel that something has changed. Got better. "Love, love, love... All you need is love, that is all you need."
Oh, what a stupid girl, what a funny girl.
White blouse, black skirt. As usual.
Sunny, bright and sunny, bla-bla-bla.
But typical, so typical.

I'm shy, I'm shy, because I love you...

Conferences? Tutoring? Some accidental lectures?

Loneliness, though.

***

It's just our imagination. Loud music, loud riffs, loud voices. Incredibly.

La jeunesse.

Je veux te dire quelques mots. Je te prie.

Just take me out.

I want you to take me out

Random photos, random eyes,

you - not random.