vendredi 18 mai 2012


Ok, I keep writing it, saying it, dreaming it, but I think I've been marked for life by New York. It's been some weeks I have that recurent dream, that I'm walking in the streets of Brooklyn, then down to the subway, missing the train, the one to the airport. In my dreams I always miss the last plane to Paris and stay there, strolling back to the brownstones... Today, I'm quite (-very-) nostalgic, and the radio is not helping - on air : Anthony and the Johnsons Fistfull of Love

Have a happy weekend...

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