I walked alone, I know that at some point I did get to the neighborhood of the Canal Saint Martin by mere nostalgia, feeling that there your shadow often become less hostile, perhaps because once you've agreed to walk with me along the canal, while at the height of each reverb I felt an instant shine, between your breasts, the clip with the image of the basilisk.
Maybe it was at this point that at the end of an endless walk glimpsed the outline of Frau Marta at the dock that glided silently by a mercury-water, and although this had happened in the city, following an endless pursuit could no longer seem impossible to see Frau Marta on that Christmas Eve in Paris, on that channel that was not the city channel. I woke up (must be given a name, Hélène) on a bench at dawn ...
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Canal Saint Martin. Paris X
Canal Saint Martin. Paris X
Canal Saint Martin. Paris X
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