clacking breaking glass dead workbooks
old
people
playing boules
saint denis with his head in his hands
literally
brown plastic cup of hot chocolat salami baguette
giving the pickles to her
can of orangina shared around whilst
reading playing spit lightning cheat go fish
fake laughs good all the same chapped lips
so soft light
rain so fine
grey skies
over sacré-coeur tubs of menthe and citron
icecream
black and white sketches of hand in hand
wet days from a café near l'arc de triomphe
three green apples chocolat lait et blanc
it's a Parisian whirlwind and i'm the windmill.
written: Tuesday 28th September 2004, 10:42pm.
