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/ hem / / hem /
Go ... Get Out! Do not be afraid, come on! It's been that nobody watches anyway ... No no, I assure you there is nobody ... Go ahead!
Words are clumsy laden with dust. They are lame, split, cracked as the headlines of the day glued to the walls, watered by rain and dogs generous. They stagger on seeing the light, clinging to apostrophes, parentheses behind and stumble with commas.
You Friends sallow complexion, whiter than the bottom of a page ... In the cage where you pile up, I've heard stories, but nobody to see them dare not say I read them. They would say ... me blow you, but does not exist! precisely because the time to say no more. At most there will come new, who will speak in their memory.
Thought flies and the words go on foot. That whole drama of the writer, Julien Green said. Away from where you just imagine that yours are worn out ... And trampling in the dark with no one to really talk! The newcomers have already looked for survivors ...
I know you're there for nothing ... Because without me you're nothing but maybe you and me without me going on and soon efface myself. You are the infinite possibilities and the guardians of memory.
Which one will I choose you, then, to begin with? A word that concludes at the same time begins ... Here, I'll take this one:
THANK
Thanks, is concise. That word does not need any other to exist and yet it is responsible for so much, everything that I could not put it in my suitcase from the start, everything that I take away below. Thank you, my friends from Japan, all those present that evening and for those who I have not said enough.
Because I got home, actually, yes ... Yes, well, you never know, it is perhaps worth mentioning ... Because I have lived all this time with the fantasy pick up the thread where I left it too! And then necessarily the son tangle, we lose today and the coil is too short ...
Here, for example, I could tell you about my return from Japan ... Then I would have portrayed in all the delicious details of remembrance sublimated pleasures of menus from a country where we lived for four years, with an eco ticket and 23 kg baggage allowance ... But those words are obsolete, that would be cheating. I only have to relive the same experience, but I do not want to.
Otherwise, I give the floor to the images but they do not need to do too much to convey an atmosphere:
All that to say that I'm back in fact ... it feels good to fly again, stretching the syllables and to cross words. A little legwork before the feet, before the worms in some time. And since we're talking about glasses ... it is only fair that he return to Japan to close this apropo singing a happy and healthy ...
ありがと!
The rest ... coming soon. There is this word, there, little ... so beautiful that I tremble with all my eyes, a word from the heart, a living word ... But it will take its rightful place: at the beginning, not the end.
