i've taken this photo bout 6 mois ago, with my old minolta x500. was in paris back then. and was in a dream. this summer, i've managed to comprehend that it was only supposed to be a dream. my dream hangin like that, in that petit balcony where i used to take sips of fine french vin as i listened to the loud sound of the metro. the dream where i used to say "merde" all the time, where i used to loath snob parisiens and where i used to secretly practice l'accent franšais.
now, within piled up biere bottles, filled up ashtrays, between job interviews and skype conversations where we continuellement discuss if we should hang on in this relationship or not, i still have dreams. last night i was in paris in my dream, with a couple of friends i have over there. i was bourre as usual and i kept meeting new gens franšais, and i kept telling them "je deteste tous les franšais, sauf toi bien sur" then prends my glass and say "tchin" with a sarcastic atttitude.
then i said, i hate all you guys, you stole him from me.
and they did.