Home again...sing that song of pain.

This week meant to be holidays. Still, I'll have to work (a lot).
I got some visit, Liza came and just left, charming the atmosphere...
(Maybe this sweet witch will come back).

Home, silence.
In a while, maybe minutes, maybe hours, no more silence...
Noise, laughs, glasses, plates, diner...



This week end a young teenager died...
Youth, night, maybe drinking, smoking, whatever...
A train, he is dead...
Maybe no one cares of this Brazzaville native, this young unknow naughty black guy...
I do.
His friend was with him, totally shoked, did not get hurt...physically.
He should be so sad, feeling so guilty...
This young 15 years-old-guy is too proud to express it, but still, he is sensitive...


While I was writing these words, someone rang the bell.
A guy, businessman looking for buying a building nearby, "Do you understand ? It is really important to me...Can't u give any informations ?..."
Life is so beautifully ridiculous...