soundtrack : flake – jack johnson

(and this is also the 7000th picture I’ve taken with poussinette in seven months)

soundtrack : chelsea hotel n?2 – leonard cohen

soundtrack : haunted – poe

say i’ve been out for a long time now
a wish to an old man across the street the curb like pinned to his feet, a hermetic smile that i cannot confront, he looks up,
say we’ve put hopes into the deepest blue, i fix my gaze to where he points, his finger eaten by arthritis like a warning, dangerous you cannot mend, i hear, but can you play chess ?
no. and not the water at his feet can bring anything back, and not his eyes so pale know how to read a map, past the shades of my eyelids i reiterate,
my wish to an old man across the street the moon like pinned to his feet, a hermetic smile that i cannot confront, i look up…