Eos & Zeus

Publié le par Matthieu

I like the look in their eyes as they run, frightened, back home. I enjoy that sound of rustling leaves on the ground, that mass of grey above my head. I relish more than anything that special wind that blows right before it rains.

 

Even drivers hurry, despite the roof over their heads and the swipes on their windshield. Protected under a huge oak tree, I take my time to ponder over that vision. Rain in most civilisations means life, but here everyone wishes they had an umbrella.

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L

But, I want to say : "Where is my umbrella?!"...^^


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M


in the kitchen? ah non ça c'est Brian...