The Blue Rock

Since I left U... Since I had been left under this "crepuscular" sky, the tiny domestic bushes of your garden grew wilder.
Since I left Georgia. After the boat, the bus and so much more I've seen in the distance, I threw another postcard to the collection. Montevideo, its mineral dark head its orange warm bay... I met a black cat and a few others of course. "Los gatos, echa le chama los gatos". They were kind to me. From el otro hemisphero I got sounds of musics waving throught my head. From here to inertia... then there : the north and the north east. " Funkirk ! The planet is (no) ball !" I nodded. They told me that Isidore Ducasse lived here. It wasn't Planet Claire but it wasn't the old same world.
The shore at nite was so quiet and the walk fit my soul.