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...low cars were rolling up silently on the warm gravel.
i noticed gunshots rang out. dingdong ! the castle bell !
while suddenly the the movie went on. i remember it as if
it were yesterday. the windows were of amber stained glass,
the rugs deep. dozens, hundreds of people,
mostly blacks and mestizos were dancing. pulsating bodies
took the screen. they breathed behind the man's neck.
surrounding him, the deafening music and the rythm
continued. the beat was frenzied. there were little cottages there,
and he had seen a woman standing at the halfdoor of a cottage
with a child in her arms, as the cars had come past.
ive been in the inkling that the man would be praised in the end,
that in his explosive night of war, he would be our
european son.

(little johnny jewel, cf. t. verlaine
19th of July 2008)
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to remember that and the white look of the lavatory made him feel
cold and then hot. there were two cocks that you turned and water
came out : cold and hot. he felt cold and then a little hot :
and he could see the names printed on the cocks. That was a very queer thing.


johnny « I have been here before....
we sat on that beach, ten years ago...
he gave me his number having a drink
together somewhere, avenue de grasse or so,
then he made his movies about me and my friends...
« it was good, it was very good, it was like being in a church »


a simoom wind, the impulses which blow like gusts and carry him/ johnny everywhere.


johnny “i guess i must have been sleeping a thousand years
dealing with holyness, in a world with dazzling saints...
not knowing about hell on earth"


his passion runs through a chill, world like lava...