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, March 27, 2011

Cuscús

Because our shrugging of shoulders
and shy stares;
well-hid smiles
and tickling nails
playful hair
and dangling earrings
are full of what if's -
we have so many notes
and letters
and looks
that will remain unread, untouched, and unfazed.

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You never really expect to need a suitcase again.