Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon.
La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.

---Hipolito, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Sunday, July 19, 2009

10:00 a.m.


I always wake up as soon as he opens the door.
The doorknob turns and I'm already opening my eyes.
I don't get it and it does not matter.

I've always liked 10:00 a.m.
It is a very agreeable hour for me,
perhaps because I'm usually only gaining conscience then,
or because it is right between "it's way too early" and "it's getting late" or "it's already too late".
All I know is: something is usually going on at 10:00 a.m.,
whether I'm here or still vagabonding in sunless lands.
It's the one hour of every day that somehow revives my hope for expectations.


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