J'écoute : L'intégrale de Saint Etienne
Je regarde : La croix d'Agadez qui est posée sur mon bureau, un des restes de mon séjour d'il y a 7 ans au Niger
Je lis : The Diamond Age, de Neil Stephenson
Je joue : sur les sensations. Sweet music, a little vodka shot, autumn leaves, ... Good times... bad times... give me some of it... Bientôt des vikendes sympas... ça fait du bien d'y penser en tâche de fond
Je mange : sainement, rapport à mon poids que je surveille
Je bois : toujours autant

27/07/2004

27/07/04 - 00:27

[NOT A!!] Thorn in my side (*)

I saw it a month ago.
Small drops of blood driping from my hip. I tried to remember when it occured, but I couldn't get a grip on the exact moment.
Maybe I had played in the Roseraie for too long.
Still, the pain was there.
But I wouldn't dare to try and ease it.

It happened two days ago.
My mom took me to doctor Adams'
He said "Be brave my boy, I'll make it quick as possible."
I didn't want to... had to wait for an hour or two before accepting it.
The doctor took it off.
It hurted a lot.

Now the thorn is gone.
I've got a little scar on my hip.
Mummy gave me candies yesterday, while we were at the beach.
But no one was there to give my scar a magical kiss.
Below the scar, I can feel a reminescence of the thorn.
I think it'll stay there for a year or two. maybe forever.
Some sort of deep, small, but ubiquitous pain.



(*) Eurythmics