“The sky is too high, the earth is too low. Only the bar is at the right height. A touched memory of a tirade swallowed down in a hayange harbor, at aperitif time. Yes, the bar is often up to our expectations. He launches these lazy mornings so well with his little caffeinated black, he makes travel with his shaded terraces and then sometimes also, let’s agree, he electrifies these nights of drunkenness broken by the “invitation” of the porter to clear… He tells us missed, the bistro.
In recent weeks, even in recent months, his absence has transformed everyday life into a soulless, variegated vile. Bad lemonade that this Thionville at the mine dishonours. No, because reopening tool stores is (probably) good for the male with no left hand. But it still remains more constructive to toast with your right hand to the city’s newfound health around an amber blonde. I’m startled, a bit like a kid on the eve of his birthday: this June 2, the next world will find taste. That little bit of bitterness from the world before.
It was time because, as Michel Audiard puts it so well, “I realized that I had grown older the day I noticed that I was spending more time chatting with pharmacists than with bosses. bistro “. Hydroalcoholic gel is good, but that’s not what we’re going to make the world over again …
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