walk slowly. I tread in the old gym shoes that come back to life every time I get close to a lamp post, with that greenish light, shade to the avenue at night. I follow my outline and then above, while far from a group of boys Scooters on eating the famous sandwich of the two, probably born somewhere to recover from excess alcohol or barrel that makes the difference to go home. And I think that they are no exception tonight.
laugh.
time I hear the sizzle on the plate where the burgers are prepared to become "the breakfast of champions". Meeting another boy who's walking, we smile, and with a small gesture of the face, we salute you continue to walk.
is not the first time I do this tonight and will not be a ' exception.
I do not think it will be even the last time I will. Exactly. I'm leaning on a tree cut down, twilight, like those paintings of Flemish painters. They are the picture of a Flemish painter. In the distance a man in a suit and tie system is a belt worn over the waist, then lights a cigarette. I try and imitate him in a Camel vest, but I find only a Marlboro Light.
I hate Marlboro Light.
But the turn, however, will not this time except that I will stop smoking. I send out the first cloud. It 's fascinating smoke, you never know what can be combined and where it's going to parry. It reminds me a little moon. And my life.
My mother told me:
- The art does not fill the stomach, remember ...
And actually not full, or at least to me he never filled. I have not done even in this exception. So here I am, sitting on a log talking to myself at night. It will not be the last time.
Walk. Account machines. I promise that the next will be the last. I promise that next time will be the last.
- Hey, sorry?
a black Mercedes stopped. A bald man is silent from behind a window slightly lowered.
- Yes, tell me
- Six this area?
- Lately
- What are you doing at this time of night alone?
- I enjoy the silence
- And you can stop meditating?
- It depends on what ...
- Everything you want ... you're really cute, you know?
a black Mercedes stopped. Chatting. The boy holds his hands behind the body. It 's a nice guy, I mean really. The wealthy man seems to e. .. many other things. No exception from other wealthy past of qui.Vedo peeled the boy's left hand makes the sign dell'okay.
It 's time.
- Everything you want ... you're really cute, you know?
- I'm sorry but the guy is busy - I say, opening the door and pointing a knife against my shot.
- What the fuck ...
- zozzerie wanted to do eh?
- Oh Christ ... please ... no ... I ...
- Of course, we always put Christ in the middle, pulls out the cash, bald!
- Yes, whatever you want ...
- I'm easy to reach from too much "everything" - the boy smiles as he takes his wallet and the clock -... you should be wanting a little more, otherwise the people lose their sense of adventure .. .
I'm tempted to laugh, but I restrain myself, after all, are the one with the knife ... a minimum of seriousness.
- The code of the ATM?
- *******
- And this is what we wanted to lock us in the case before pick up your kind offer
The extension of the phone pocket.
- Well, thank you for wonderful evening peeled
- Yes, yes, thank you, we sincerely his wife and children
Hamburgers sizzling in the silence of the night that it was now clearing up the windows of cars and the city .
- How did we do?
- had come with serious intentions, there are five hundred and a thousand euro in the portfolio was in cash, you had to marry Armand, do not steal
- Idiot ...
- Come on, that goes wrong, then in the evening, after arranging the kitchen, went out with me ...
- Double idiot ...
smile.
- I am a framework Flemish
- You thought evil, seems more like a graphic novel by Frank Miller
- I'll take it as a compliment?
- If you want ...
Etienne snorts and then laughs.
- Bravo ... even with these tricks, it has been over a year since we met and continued undaunted, I just want to pick Armand!
- It 's a matter of style ...
- Yes, but it is quite useless "matter of style, if you insist to impress ...
- ... It is used to defend his night by people like you, Etienne
- Armand Or you ...
- ...
- already ... ...
Armand is to look at the shadows created by the street lamps, touching her hair, while Etienne lowers her head, slightly arching the left lip throwing out a little smoke from his mouth. Different lives, destinies and shared in the midst of the ordered chaos.
- The defense is the best offense ...
- ... and there are more between seasons ...
smile. Etienne's cigarette glows in the night, illuminating the eyes.
- I think painters are as photographers and writers and poets: there are those who paint a story and take snapshots of life ...
- Nice image, but I think not. There are pictures incomprehensible, as only they know the poems be
- There are also books incomprehensible
- Touch ...
- ...
- ...
- Do you think you can readjust the camera with that money?
- First we find a place to go to sleep at night begins to be cold on the street ...
- That's right, the art does not fill the stomach ...
- ...
- But what we had in the meantime? - Etienne smiled, throwing her cigarette on the ground - ah ah ah ...
very true - I thought the photo that made me to Sacre Coeur, is like a painting Flemish
- Tonight you got with sti Flemish
- Listen to me
- Yes
- What do you like most in the paintings of Flemish painters?
- The light, of course
-
course - ...
- ...
- Why do you like Etienne?
- Shadow, the black background behind it, is what brings out the lights, people, expressions, if there were other lights behind the lights, everything is confused, bright, normal
- The Painter's you ...
- The overwhelming lack of lights behind the subject makes an exception in the world of that framework
- ... and my photo that got to do with this? Let the audacity ...
- You've photographed with Paris behind, the people passing by at speed, making clear the detail of my template, and by flushing the background, blurring, right?
- Tres bien
- If I had been immersed in the crowd, it would be difficult to detect, however, show a dirty background, I will emerge ...
- Where are you going to parry this speech, Etienne?
- The dark side of things enhances the people who are ...
- ...
- ...
- We are paintings by a Flemish painter, both
- I hope not the same author
smile and look at the Parisian night from their bench, one of the many isolated places in the world where silence lives. Etienne takes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it.
- Etienne?
- Yes Armand ...
- I've just turned off the ...
- I know ...
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