Un lit, une rencontre.

Did I ever tell you this story

Of a girl whose name was Jany?

Her ears wore all kinds of equipments,

Her eyes shined with magic transe.

From her wrists I could hear the music,

From her lungs I could feel the basic

Need of understanding

Of how she got there, laying.

I had nothing to expect,

But she started, with respect

To leave in my young mind

The experience of human kind.

She had this transcendental power

Of making me rise in horrible hunger.

Her words hit the room with hope,

And the world heared only her dope.

That cold night in the dust,

When I had lost all my trust,

Her image printed my brain,

Like snow melts in the rain.

Exercice.

Les couloirs blancs sont incroyablement calmes. Une discussion anecdotique résonne entre deux patients. L'un d'eux jette furtivement un regard à travers la large porte moderne.

Il sursaute. L'ambulance est apparue si vite que la sirène a brisé son humeur pourtant optimiste. Lumières. Cris. Le lieu et le temps soudainement se confondent et se perdent. Le dialogue a fait place à une scène pétrifiante. La civière passe sous quatre yeux ébahis dans lesquels se reflète le combat ultime d'un inconnu face à la pire de ses peurs: la mort.

So what have you been up to?

Well, thanks for asking.

Today, a baby smiled at me. I did not know what answer I needed to give back. His round curious eyes were staring at my face, maybe because of my black plugged ears from which gentle music was flying of. My tired sight stopped by his little hands desperately trying to get a grip on his mom's shoulder. The people sitting around were all smiling at the mother "oh my god, that's a nice baby you have there".

But I was still wondering what reaction the baby really deserved. He was just sitting there, he most definitely did not even know why. The world around him seemed to have decided for him were to go, and why he should be looking at me. As long as mom is not far, everything is fine. Then the baby took a decision. His little beanie received at birth from aunt Janie or uncle Teddy was falling and blocking his amazing view on this weird stranger with black ears, green eyes and facial hair: he suddenly let go of mommy's shoulder and took his beanie away...

This is when I smiled back. 

The connection was made. The bus stopped by his house, the family took him away while he was struggling to look at me. Too late baby. Determinism retook the power of decision from you.