Today, all normal. Saturday is "end the summer." spade I woke up early and I got up late. For breakfast, toast with butter and cherry spade jam. I look at the sky: it is very good. I look at the tweet: either Syria and nonsense. Empty fridge. Touch "supermarket." Shopping and into the street. Four drops fall. The cashier has the usual air of disgust, as if the living do stink. M'entendreix that their personal tragedy does not prevent me dedicate "Bonjour, Madame" de rigueur. He smiled, but I do not see why not look at me: gazing exercises.
I go to the supermarket, very full cart. At the same sidewalk, a flea market. I get distracted. Run over a lady also confused: "Pardon." I forgive. By the way, I open the bag of chips than expected for a snack tomorrow.
My angel, which had stalled work with a computer, cleaning up the purchase and kisses spade me. We had lunch when Catalan: 14pm. "Trop later, ma Chérie" I claim my angel. All normal. Bitter spade chocolate dessert.
Around 17h, the sun rises. Walk towards the rue d'Aubervilliers, spade dividing line of two worlds: odd numbers, Arrondisement 18, even numbers, Arrondisement 19. Shortly before the "Centquatre" art center that has "glamor" in the neighborhood, entered the park Eole built on land that is a network of railways. Train up, train down. Between bleak and paradise. spade In the background, the outline of Sacre Coeur. On the grass, a group of veiled women talking animatedly about the remains of a snack. Do not lose sight of the children playing dirty up not far away. Further, three Chinese play in a Chinese board game. A pigeon huge, almost mythological, I get too close. "Ferme spade ta guele, toi," the boy called his fellow basketball court. I mixed the sounds of bullets and skateboards. And the applause of a father who encourages his daughter cycling. Above all, the music of the trains that pass very close to this huge web. Later, toward evening, the camels will crack. Perched way home. On the other side of the traffic lights waiting to cross a perfect match. She's young and blonde. And wearing tights and shirt short as only young people can wear tights and short shirt. I've fixed it ... no. I get home. My angel up to a birthday party that I do not feel like it because I always feel like diving. I want to savor the pleasure of walking all alone normal. Obama speech. He speaks as if the master of the world. Possible intervention. All normal.
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