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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.
  • 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.
19 juin 2009 5 19 /06 /juin /2009 19:55
Woke up at five, no possible going back to sleep. In the bathroom, one of the two ceiling lights is dark, which creates a kind of underground atmosphere, not completely out with my mood for the day.

one out of two out
crows are barking a last call
in the summer rain

Outside a very light rain falls on my new grey suit, birds are flying like mad cars on a shut down traffic light crossroad. I am walking like a def cat, with independent leg and ear pounding with my heartbeat.

In the station access street, a neon sign is flickering. Oh my, ghost light again. As yesterday, got no music to listen to, but by chance after my lesson's end I am meeting colleagues in the train. Saved by work chit chat.

Rather usual working day. Coming back through the usual evening free sauna on the line 13, at Saint-Lazare an old bluesman is singing and shaking his national steel, his song is kind of changing rhythm of hurrying passengers and taken aback, we are all hopping like blackbirds to avoid collision. Thank you, man.

At night, five minutes after light shutdown, my heart is seized as in a lock, feeling like I can't breathe anymore, I hurry to sit down in my bed. Getting out and walking in the flat for one hour, breathing forcedly through my hands. A simple panic crisis, or do I call an ambulance?

Walking and walking
breathing as through a thick wall
is it my last hour?

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