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[Aliette Guibert]

The hours sound colors opening the city. The city is wide as the world, in
its noise we would believe Oslo. The crowd hurries up at noon. They -nothing
pushes; roll of Drum'n bass by the coffee bar. Wait for the exit. The
evening under the stars, singed of vine in the free jazz. Deserving
souvenir -sleep on the carpet. The night wears the dawn, when the gypsy
lingers (always with his guitar); he puts it-her on the uneven ground,
headrest by the tight fists -to close eyes. Who sings, angels or birds -in
the wing? Spend the characters on the slack water. Between reeds. Hold the
peach, eating fruits.

Montpellier-Paris-plage, June 11th,
L.



Playing the wind in the curtain

Links
Valéry Larbaud, Amants, heureux amants (1923), three short novels.