6 de fevereiro de 2010
chronique d'un été.
ann was coming home. she couldn't remember the place. her place was fifteen or twenty years ago. it no longer exists. people always said that ann would come home. sooner or later. is it the moment? deep inside ann knows she will never come back. she might stay for days or months. but she won't come back. this is not her home anymore. her sense of belonging doesn't belong here. (...) she arrived with her heart cold. it didn't change after some hugs and kisses. suddenly someone asked "still remember me?". it was you. you kept talking, but ann couldn't hear you. she looked down and you yelled "are you happy now?". ann took some time, took a deep breath and whispered "almost".