Grand soleil, tout le monde en tee-shirt et je n'arrive pas à retirer mon regard du cul de la beurette qui marche devant moi sur le trottoir. Dramatique ! Dans son jean bien moulant elle le balance de droite à gauche puis de gauche à droite au rythme de ses talons. Alors j'essaie de faire mon indifférent, de regarder le ciel et patatras, mes yeux retombent sur son cul... (lol) Ca doit être le printemps qui sonne à ma porte. Deux gamins passent en slalomant sur un vélo, un black me croise et me toise par défi, je continue de regarder son cul :-)
Et puis il me faut prendre la tangente, après 12 tentatives ce putain de digicode accepte enfin de m'ouvrir la porte du collectif, gros bruit là dedans, encore une voisine qui se tape un délire techno... :-)
"OZYMANDIAS of EGYPT
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
- P.B. Shelley.
From Hila. the right question : "how often do you find the right person?" Maybe once, I hope not, swear that's a lot of persons would can be the one.
Once - Falling slowly.
Tout un programme, tomber lentement, comme si cela pouvait exister ! Mais un titre d'une douceur touchante
From Hila. the right question : "how often do you find the right person?" Maybe once, I hope not, swear that's a lot of persons would can be the one.
Once - Falling slowly.
Tout un programme, tomber lentement, comme si cela pouvait exister ! Mais un titre d'une douceur touchante

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