Ma boîte au lettre.
Maes clef.
Ma chambre à coucher, qu’est
Ma salle de séjour, qu’est
Ma cuisine.
Ma station de la métro.
Mon numéro de téléphone.
Ma fac.
Ma curiosité
Ma nostalgie.
Ma vue sur le ciel nuageux.
Ma merveille.
Archive for September, 2006
Ma nouvelle vie à Paris
Posted in Omnis Gallia divisa est in partes tres on September 27, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
To make the long story short.
Posted in memory sticks on September 27, 2006 | 3 Comments »
In the last month:
My friend Juliana, a writer from Singapore, left Fabrica to get back to you-cannot-do-this-and-that-land.
I’ve been to the Venice Film Festival to meet some good friends;
I’ve been to Paris with my mum to take the keys of my studio in the 3rd Arrondesmant;
I’ve been home too shortly;
I’ve been to Bologna for one day [...]
It was a dark and stormy night.
Posted in memory sticks on September 27, 2006 | 1 Comment »
The rain, so much rain.
All those stars upside down, such a disaster.
I needed to bike home, I couldn’t wait for the storm to be over.
My breath needed to be fixed.
But I ended up in a big mess of broken things and hearts.
The storm was over, the air was humid and thick.
Warm and sticky.
I fell asleep. [...]
