mercremanche is a day of pot-au-feu, I made my decision. Long I had engraved on my stone, but long ago I had not decided. It's the smell of carrots and leeks which probably pushed the escampolette outside of me. These fragrant smoky swirls quietly crept from my nostrils to my esgourdes, and came to tackle my mood this morning mercremanche fat. I heard: Go! I left then.
I took my shorts, my reed, a cask of wine and a captain's hat. On the dock my haze I bought a boat, hoisted its sails, spanker tickled her, climbed the foremast, but nothing, nothing in the same leg swell. The boat did not stir a wave. Not a chance because we had not specified that it was an air ship. So I had to hire hundreds of accordion players to fill the air.
happy, I finally was leaving the port, leaving without regret behind me, the stew that rejoices, for he loved fire ... but that I found out much later.
I sailed for many moons and moons, allowing air to decompress freely. But the fists of heaven, like a red babybel, pushed, I felt good, my shell of myself to a single point that I could not even define. Soon, the coast appeared to me streaky ground and I found to my great joy, Casablanca dusk. I was braking and narrowly knitting somehow a niche for my engine stalling.
Then I jumped, lively on the platform, and rolled my piece of rope around the mooring cock quivering under the string. I saw two steps, Rick's café. This, then, that my morning mercremanche me guidé. J'entrais. J'y bus un whisky, non, trois, oui, trois, parce que l'air que jouait et fredonnait ce type bancal sur un vieux piano droit, là-bas, au fond de la salle, se mit à bouleverser mon ventre... ça me soufflait dedans, du gris, du doux, du feutre comme sur la tête d'un Bogey vertueux.. ça me fit amoureuse aussi, d'un coup, d'un seul, mais de personne, juste de l'amour. C'est ça qui a fait que les paroles de cette chanson ont commencé à clapoter dans mon verre:
"You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss,
a sigh is just a sigh.
The Fundamental Things Apply
As time goes by ...."
I spent the rest of the night to empty the bottle and ate that tune. In the early morning I woke up on the counter, his head stuck in the bar and the right hand still clutching my empty glass. Rick, the boss offered me a coffee, a cigarette and a fiery kiss. I accepted everything without flinching .
After I left, staggering toward the docks and I sat on a barrel that does not detonate, there. I stayed there for hours. Around noon, a sailor came to stare at me. I felt naked, so I pricked him his jacket. He did not respond, coughed, then said: "Rick is looking for you everywhere."
... I liked that I seek. I reported his jacket marine tapped him on the shoulder with a smile and went away in the direction of my tub. I love to dream more, elsewhere.
As Time Goes By ... even a morning Mercremanche who smelled the pot-au-feu.
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