L'Équilibriste

Pluja-Trànsit-Semàfors

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You wake up tomorrow and it rains. Today is one of those days when you wouldn't go to work. You would stay all day on the roof to watch the rain bathe the roofs, soaked and gray by this pollution. I said no! I'll stay here and do nothing. I am disappointed. I am sad. It rains inside me. I know there's nothing in my life to make me feel that way. It was last night when you were crying in bed and today ..., today rain. In an irascible gesture, I went out into the street, put on the album L'Équilibriste and went for a walk. I have crossed all the streets that I already know by heart. I respected the traffic lights. Soaked, I endured the traffic. Today it rains inside me. Today I am that failed artist that Skarabat talked about. Today I am not aware of the drama that is taking place 6,000 kilometers from here. Today it rains inside me. Today I am so egocentric that I am unable to extrapolate myself further from my senses. Today, I dedicate myself to myself.