25 janvier 2007
Raindrops
The sky, you know, the sky… I don’t like the sky. I went to the edge of wood. In the evening. Yesterday. Raindrops did shine. Hung to the branches. Matching with the night.
Drops!
I walked slowly and never accelerated. Flashing drops ahead! And around!
No witness. I was alone. I saw an autumn leave not like the others: red. Very red. And dancing with this light wind. Flashing as a street car indicator.
Quiet.
I ate chocolate. Plain. Dark little squares. And the night did fall down. Then I did not see the sky anymore. But the moon. Beholding nothing.
What else?
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