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  • En mode (re)découverte de cet équilibre qui m'est propre. J'aime chanter, le tai chi, lire, écrire, rire...apporter du bien être aux autres et profiter du quotidien.
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12 juin 2009 5 12 /06 /juin /2009 18:47
This morning, soft air, no wind, and clouds like wool taken of a giant beige sheep. Unusually calm and quiet.

Wool clouds -
drummed on duellist soft steps
parading blackbirds 

Quiet and regular commuter trip on train 1 and 2, but a stuck train waits for me on platform 3. Announcements state a bug on the track, a bus service to be set in place of. I get on. On a blue seat, tired of the ventilator staccato and the boring pattern of announcements, I put on Dylan. Blood on the tracks.

Bathing in beautiful songs, sharing his frustration, anger and nostalgy, his voice holds me in the crowded car. Early morning has passed away when I arrive to the office.

Quiet day to work, contrasting with yesterday's fever. Same chaos rules, but walks in cotton sleepers. Too much change in a short time, and more change to come in three months. And then, a change of change?

People come and go. Met two people today on their last day, while tenths of anonymous interns walk the corridors. No time to say goodbye, trying nevertheless to take the time to say hello.

Back on the train, dreaming of the old place.

logfire smelling
red virginia coated walls
now a sold house -

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