Mais C’est Q uoi?
Clouds race. Sun gleams on the cars and the wall lengthens to support the lizard fl eeing from the hand of the boy who’s dreaming he’ll be the one to drive them far away. Every night his father reaches the dream with empty hands. He no longer has a mother. Like the tides now high, now low, with a life to start over again. First the eviction from the squat at La Chapelle then the occupied school Jean Quarré and Austerlitz and Saint Ouen. Mais c’est quoi? Metro Stalingrad, Parigi, Paris, Péris. A er the thunder and hailstones he steps out of a rainbow with a biscuit. What will be, will be. Like all the others he’ll line up his French days to rewrite his language, they’ll either let him do it or not. Life’s not paradise. But if you step out of a rainbow most of it’s done, maybe.... Then he starts to run.
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