Thursday, February 17, 2011

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Time soft skull empty, a blur, not without charm,

but lurking beneath a memory of desire for life, life full of evidence and therefore silly illusion, relief,

a desire light, rage, pepper, ... I calmed down by the slow dissolution of Soft caramels in my mouth .. by some energy suddenly thrown onto a cloth and wax, until the arrival of what he had mild fatigue to sink in readings, varying according to the time and my mood.

But ... abomination, your phone carefully serene, graceful resignation which wants: more connection for three hours and four phone calls - diagnosis presented with a pity firm: changing the modem, no earlier than 22 - Lunch in the stomach praying to be untied and try again, with a smile ironic. It was a power failure and found myself with a connection which almost did not know what to do, so I was profoundly aware of the benefits of abstinence.

Here, here .... without interest (but for me it was a good day). Without interest, certainly ... then to stay in tone, I recycled two paragraphs of the convoy http://leconvoidesglossolales.blogspot.com/ (always the doors of my little imaginary street)

In the small street , facing a large area of rough stone of the old church and the small door at its base, unfurled the facade punctuated nobly decorated with dignified restraint which the bourgeoisie felt pleasantly austere, his ostentatious simplicity, a large hotel owner or dealer. The door, carefully focused, and perfectly proportioned, like the sketch of an excellent student, was a dark green, almost blue, a little too trite, obvious, which contrasted with the gray-white stone, and two pilasters around him were just thin enough to proclaim humility, without unbalancing the whole.

(1 February)

In the small streets, some doors had been tagged, but we understand very well how the choice was made because they will not follow. It was noticeable that they were generally only single doors ordinary houses (one of the mansion was intact) but fairly random, as the door of Joan and that of the second house had not been "decorated" but that was the case panels of the same style, invoice or slightly more refined. I suspected the hand of a designer first conducted by a rule of his own or his mere fancy, and the attraction that the first letters or drawings wielded over other graffiti. I doubted, however slightly, because the decor of each door, despite differences in color and thickness of strokes, had a certain unity.

(February 5)

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