She

24.5.07

Paris again and again and again. Where is my friend hovannes?
Where is Pascale Negre?
Where am I going tonight?
Sleep? Write? Light? Tight?

She was beautiful, she still has some…though, it is not really beauty.
It is more beautiful as these are remains of beauty.
Skinny, big breast, brown hair, jeans. Wow, there is a promise in her.
A real one? missed promise.
She certainly carries her engine and front where ever she goes.
The part that ignores me is the most beautiful. She thinks….
Who is this old guy with the computer upside on the shelf?
She is not happy with the crying baby behind us.
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