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Arts et Métiers — Line 3 They… Crab-a-Locker fishwife

2017 — Louis Michel via La Porte de Issy-les-Moulineaux …, “pornographic pristess³ ».

Note to Valérie Solanas: Eye shot Andy Warhol, but I did not shoot the nigger at « Shuttle Left » next to KTLA.

³~. The French Blond Begger Bastard confirmed that those Sista’s took siestas with The Ursulites de Loudon Town.

Now for context to the KTLA broad in Paris, The Ursulites were not the first order of Holy-ho’s that landed in the Brave New 🌎 World (ask Huxley, that guy adapted the book for the movie), and over at the Holy 🇻🇦 See they were know as “The Mobile Ones” on account that those bitches landed at Mardi Gras and introduced the Natives there to the Mendiants de la veladora perpétuel.

So what, What you gon’ Dew Now, Brown? How does this connect to Nuestra señora de los Ángeles?

— Boobie, you have to speak to Sophie 🛼 Fofie at La Bagagrie because she’s the benevolent WFA (with fixed abode), or ADF as the 115 📞 land-line discriminates from the W/OFAs (Without Fixed Abode) that has the keys to them Olympic Rings… and how those CIRCLES relate to the rules of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.

The Ballad of Godart and Pacard — À Priori avant l’après-midi

El corrido de las Paus… AS³.

Aquí no ha pasado nada
… starring Flore Simon, chef d’édition en AguascalientesTV, as EL SALVADOR Dalí.

The first copla al cuadrado goes a little something like so:

From The Ratlines to The Rat Race… It’s Viva Las Vegas, — y’all!

 

Barbie, Barbie
Youse knot gonna believe
Whose birthday matches with Reagan’s?
That’s right, it’s Eva’s.

Carranza no tiene panza — El Sur°realismo macuspano

 

We begin in Habana, Cuba, where Nicaraguan poet Rubén Darío sought sanctuary with Camilo Cienfuegos after Mexican dictator, Porfirio Díaz (the original Cool dictator of mejicanos, —in El Salvador) snubbed Darío during the first centenary celebration of Cinco de Mayo in 1910 and so, … Rubén had no other choice than to kick Ronald Reagan’s ass after Henry Lane Wilson made fun of the French greekiness and Greek frenchiness of Don Quijote de La Mancha.

You now own this bible, and all of the parallel stories within it’s its windows. Ewe broke, IT!, you buy, IT!

 

… but first, Öüï catches up with Ambassador Jefferson at La Maison de l’Amérique latine. Eye wanted to ask the American Ambassador about his experience with the arrival of his horse and carriage to Le Havre.

Any hoot, Maud, forgive Mí if Eye takes this these loose tones with your Representative-self, it must be that Öüï, that motherfucker, is out of Schlitz, and Ewe knows that that, can only mean that Schiltz is out of Luc.

Long story shrinked, I am drawing a blank. I’ve got nothing, not Even a door.

You say you want an opposition? Never mind The ROME Statute for International Crime

Imagine, that.

Fortuna fortuita, from the wires:
The Vatican just revolutionized the way it investigates apparitions and other mystical phenomena around this Chica Mary and her holy hymen.

 

So… look!
Up in the Sky.
Last night,
the Sun, Jupiter and of course, Selene
are all lined up.
This trajectory is said to be in opposition…
just in case you want a REVOLUTION.

And starring as John Lennon — Saint Roch

…

Is it possible, that Roch de Montpellier was a cross-dressing judge?

Previously on, “If youse out of Schlitz, y’er Schiltz out of luck », it’s just another adaptation track. So without further a’Do, here are the Phacts, Phat Basterd’:

This Machina divides Sex in Twelve Parts, or something like that…

Exhibitionist One. Now, la Xica at FIP . fr is knot going to believe just How High is the Sky, on good weed indeed, — Chi-Chi… but that’s only because somewhere beyond the SEE, Ewe sí? Ay’ ain’t never going back to the ocean, much less the deep.

 

“J’ai toujours détesté Saint-Roch avec sa toge relevée au-dessus de son bubon.”

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Note to Schiltz… Fenster The Copy Writer got a close-up look at that fucking cyst and, oh boy! Check it out.

 

Page 182, ¶ 3 in Schiltz, « Quotidien, sans domicile fixe (SDF), avec domicile fixe ADF).

In local news, Netanyahu’s IDF are pulling a nº 6 in Gaza, that’s a Roman nº VI and not a Standard Rockridge “ol’ Number 6”, which is where the West Bank Racist Settlers rape the cattle, twice.

It’s from the Alésia playbook, but in a fucking ghetto, and isn’t that, ironic. Imagine, that.

Any how, Baby-Roo Alexander, Eye don’t know about those glam-portraits at France Musique, I mean, Emmanuelle Lacaze, where does one even find Phat sports coats in France, Évry one is so mince, like Marjo and of course, my love Natalie Piolé, not to be confused with Titi, because that’s just a canary in an open-door bird cage.

…

 

Todos t’US Santos — Todos t”US Muertos

Then and Now follows… Page 182, ¶ 2: 
Le revêche Zoran, sur sa chaise roulante, passe de l’entrée du métro aux sous-sols des Halles. Je l’interpelle par son prénom ; le regard soupçonneux, il me dévisage sans me reconnaître. Je me présente. Il se renfrogne, hoche la tête et décline le contact. Parfois, il partage son bout de chaussée sous l’auvent du métro avec d’autres compagnons³ et sa radio. Il vieillit vite. La dernière fois, il dormait, cassé sur le rebord de son fauteuil dans un sous-sol quelconque du Forum des Halles, à côté d’un ascenseur. Ne dort-il jamais dans un lit ? Comment fait-il pour vivre à la rue, prisonnier de sa chaise ? Ces questions s’ouvrent sur un gouffre que je ne me sens pas le courage d’explorer.

 

All You Need Is Love…

And if you are in an Hilo, Hawaii, Time Frame of Mind, then you know that Cousin Joe is getting the SIT-REP about the West Bank Settlers (extremely racist JEWS) who are beating up Christian-faith Palestinians.

Over at The Left Bank in Paris, France, Öüï ketches-up with Marie-Ange Schiltz and PERSEUS, of all myths, who just cut a cyst below the knees of a time-keeping floosy with a particular taste for the stamp of Lys, à Montpellier-de-Languedoc.

https ://asegovia3 .com /2023/10/06 /the-fry-attachment-rate-by-francois-a-la-patate/

Love Is All You Need…
Page 182 P2:
The surly Zoran, in his wheelchair, moves from the metro entrance to the basement of Les Halles. I call him by his first name, he stares at me suspiciously without recognizing me. I introduce myself. He frowns, nods and declines contact. Occasionally, he shares his patch of pavement under a metro awning and his radio³, with other companions. He’s aging fast. The last time I saw him, he was asleep, broken on the edge of his armchair in a basement next to an elevator in the Forum des Halles. Does he ever sleep in a bed? How does he manage to live on the streets, trapped in his chair? These questions open up an abyss I don’t feel brave enough to explore.

The last time that Öüï touched base with Marie-Ange, she was strolling along Montparnasse, and running onto Brits on the streets, just as HAMAS would was getting ready to bite back the HAND 🫵 IN 🇮🇱  ISRAEL, which created that particular terrorist group in the FIRST PLACE.

Good thing it’s Friday, and Medhi Hasan has a clause in his contract to put Joe Scarborough in his fucking place. And, Lt. Col. Peter Lerner of the IDF thugs, you fed that bitch (HAMAS) now try to tame it.

You Israel, are the pyromaniac who started the fire 🔥 and now you want to be treated like a victim from the Israeli families, which you burned to death.

… All To°Get°Her, now.

 Context follows.

PMCS, if you know you know.

 

In local news, Fenster The Copy Writer is trying to figure out if mister Ruffin’s “Made in France“ Krups coffee machine version, of the “Made in China” Mains Libres Cup–o–Joe spewer, gets to have a PMCS session Évry other day or, does the French Senate just orders a new “Made in France” Krups Coffee Machine from “the darty”, every time that the damn percolating element gets clogged-up with over-filled coffee grains?

What says Ewe, mister Ruffin? WHO DESCALES YOUR “Made-in-France” presumptuous caffeine dispenser, and how much do these hypothetical “descalers” get paid?

… It’s just a cup of Joe that Paul broke, that’s all folks.

 

The Fry Attachment Rate, by François a la patate

LAS CHINCHES DE DOÑA VILMA en PARÍS

Now in the lexico del campo glosario of the BISTRO sphere in Paris, the names of the bricks, like the ideology of the BISTRO clientele’s IDEOLOGY might change, but the physical address stays the same, —unless there’s like a major REGIME change, in which case, the streets, the avenues and of course, its boulevards change the heros and the events.

It used to be the BoBar…
continuing with page 181 of Marie-Ange Schiltz’ “cajonería³“, this is the final paragraph (V) of page 181 and it adapts a little something like this:
Alexander, my dear Alexander, with his uncertain reasoning, jerky speech and thick, almost incomprehensible British accent. English, I think he’s a class act. He used to be a teacher, they say. Alexander scours Paris, I walk a lot. We’ve met several times around Montparnasse.—
End of Page, jump to page 182

 

³~. … not to be confused with “co°jo°nes° because La Bagagerie’s setup is basically a collection of cajones; but yes, baggage is reason for those cajones to be;

Whoooop*, there it is 🍟 FRENCH GIRLS BLOWING TRUMPets:

It’s DINAH thyme 🎺

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/29 /french-girls-blowing-trumpets/

Page 182, La Jornada con y sin chinches, y se adapta así para Primero Mis Huevos y luego, y luego mis Hot Cakes:
So British, he goes the distance. Our surprise explodes joyfully and sincerely on the sidewalk. As always, our interactions end as abruptly as these began. Alexander goes his way, I go mine. We turn and greet each other. We haven’t said a word, and yet I know he’s as pleased as I about this unexpected encounter.
¶1, page 182.

 

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/03 /glosario-y-campo-lexico-spectacles/

*~. Sorry if I dismembered your jingle… got Ketchup?

After the break, it’s The Exorcist, ISSY, your mother sucks Coq at La Maub del Cardenal Elmonje de Lemoine en El Anahuacalli… HOY POR SER, día del reparto de tierras del Tata Cárdenas, te venimos a cantar. Ejido Sies de Octobre, —presente.

It used to be Le Maubert, now it’s just another place to suck Coq. Rumor°Osa calims that the coq is not even French, Kosher or dare EYE say, Halāl! Sources close to Vilma Fuentes en las Tres Puertas de La Maub relay that el gallo is none other than the infamous “GALLITO INGLÉS”, aunque usted no lo crea.

Dear fip.fr: thank you for going Stasi* — Reach out touch Faith

 

Re-interpretation

 

*~. But most importantly, because this ain’t no disco, no C.B.G.B’s. (punto y coma) Eye ain’t gots Thyme for that now, —Ewe know.

Cut!!!!!!!
It’s “like a Japanese CAT”, knot like a fucking horse.

 

In local news, The Our Lady of Los Ángeles ☄️⚾  Philharmonique is playing next to Marie-Ange’s Bagagerie, it’s a West(side)Story Engagement, nothing to see here, move along… and never mind them police barriers at Sarah’s Théâtre.

The Devil is in a Sharp dressed man 👞 , never mind the details or las bienvenues et départs when Youse down and out near Montparnasse, and dear Marie-Ange Schiltz this is the slot where the dearly departed are always welcome, and where the “Mini-Madrina” snapshot from the other day comes in, unfortunately Denis Soula and Susana Pubeda hijacked my British-Queen bitch segment… any how here’s the TEA on that walkabout session that closes the Month of September. ENTER Alexander.

… continued from Schiltz’ « Daily homeless (W/OFA (güo’FA) » :

Alexander, mon cher Alexander, aux raisonnements incertains, au débit saccadé mâtiné d’un fort accent britannique, quasi incompréhensible. Anglais, je lui
trouve de la classe. Il fut professeur, dit-on. Alexander écume Paris, je marche
beaucoup. Nous nous sommes plusieurs fois reconnus du côté de Montparnasse.

¶5,  p.181

Fin de page

Stop making sativa sensi, sensei!

Is this not the Python moment you All were waiting for?

Très british, il tient la distance. Notre surprise explose joyeuse et sincère sur le trottoir. Comme toujours, nos interactions s’arrêtent aussi brusquement qu’elles ont commencé. Alexander reprend son chemin, moi le mien. On se retourne, on se salue. Nous n’avons rien verbalisé, et pourtant, je sais qu’il est aussi heureux que moi de la rencontre inopinée.
¶1, p. 182

Note to whomEva’ gots’ the control of fip dot fr right now:

Jesus will fix, IT!, for you.
Just like Jesus fixed
Louis “the just’s” 13th Hot Rod.

Enter the Rhapsodes… knot to be tied to°get°her° {nor} confused with Snoop Dogg’s rendition of Freddy Mercury’s “Murder Was The Case That They Gave Mí” because, d’Aubignac’s (and I quote) « [H]istory of archaic Greek performances justified his theory of THE STICHED-To°Get°Her° corpus³ ». In this sense, Sensei, the Iliad was a sort-of-middle-of-the-road, Frank Zappa kind of quilt in the form of ‘little poem tragedies’, not DRAMAS performed by actors but “hymns or canticles” that Greek princes had performed (JUST like the Just King at the beginning of Ken Russell’s THE DEVILS film) at their feasts³³.”

³~.

“And since they did not always have poets on hand for new works, they decided to take the episodes or detached pieces from those who had some reputation, and those who plied this trade were called Rhapsodes—they not only sang, but also danced gracefully and artfully expressing with their bodies the sense of the verse. …”,
Theiss, p. 85

 

³³~.

I know where you get yer’ Chinks from now.

Rosbifs by the double-decker load — Your mother Should* Suck Dicks in Hell

Trapos neo-colonialistas? If and only if, there exists a backward ∇ difference ∇ between fertile African WimeN and the nymphomaniacs de Evaristo Galois en la rue Verneuil (Paris – 6émé).

 

Happy Birthday, Tin Tan!
1915 -1973
50th Any°Verse°Ari°

News Flash ⚡: Tin Tan will play the role of Évariste Galois, the most impulsive of them ‘Ol… the role was supposed to go to Cantinflas but Mario Moreno es puro rollo, y nada d’estilacho.

El exorcismo de Liêm…
¶ 5, Page 181:
Maybe I’ll bump into Liêm, a frail Vietnamese I met recently in a store on rue du Louvre. The news is dull. He has no social housing in the neighborhood. Looking defeated, still depressed, Liêm no longer dreams of a return to an ordinary life, a job, a home to call his own, a family. One [foot) in front of the other. Liêm is an avid bowler, and I’ve never seen him happier than when, on behalf of [la] Bagagerie, He organizes the Halles garden. I hope to see him smiling again the day I stroll down to the boulistes.

For those out of the loop, Germán Genaro Cipriano Teodoro Gómez Valdés y Castillo “Tin Tan” was not only The Fifth Element but people who know*, know that Tin Tan was also The Fifth Beatle.

*~. know, that Ewe knows,† ELO.

And, Katty Kay:
Medieval WimeN… should know… Who am I to write a book.

In local news, today’s Word of The Day is:

Tea, as in… a noun that describes some kind of interesting or confidential information; gossip; news.

https ://www .dictionary .com /e /word-of-the-day /tea -2023-09-19

[News] THE EXORCIST returns to theaters for 50th Anniversary

In other events of the THEY (efemérides):

Horror en ortografía, y otras memorias del Cardenal Ximénez while visiting his French bitch, Cardinal Richelieu ♦️

 

— 1985¹ & 2017²
Sobredosis de cemento
On a day like today, a devastating earthquake in MÉXICO misinterpreted yesterday’s “Word of Day”, eggcorn, which as defined by any re°puta°ble dictionary it decodes into the following:

Un mot ou une phrase qui est une altération apparemment logique d’un autre mot ou d’une autre phrase qui semble similaire et qui a été mal entendu ou mal interprété, comme « conte de vieux sages » pour « conte de vieilles femmes en queues ».

Woman on the verge of a long-ass cue.

¡Viejas Feas!

 

This mono light orchestra is a work in progress, made in France; by Mí.

 

We now return to Marie—Ange’s “little hole on the wall”

Monday, 18 de septiembre del 2023:

Eye’m PopEye the sailor,  man;  and Eye’m an Antichrist 🇬🇧

The 🧷 Safety 🧷 Pins 🧷

 

For the benefit of King Rey Charles III.

Painted Black 🖤.

eggcorn¹

Famous Veteran: George Carlin… happy 76th Birthday U.S. Air Force, —you fags! https://www.military.com/veteran-jobs

“BULLSHIT, Cornhole!”
Air Marshall George Carlin

Here’s the CATCH from ROME:

“Notre volonté, c’est d’accueillir ceux qui doivent l’être, les persécutés politiques. But we absolutely must send home those who have nothing to do in Europe³.“

Gérald Darmanin, Ministro del Interior en Europe 1 – Cnews, earlier To They, Monday, September 18th

Chips… she used to be called COLETTE.

 

Note to Mika Brezesinski… Mika, you don’t look a They over 40. Just sayin’. For a Polish vampire going-on her Third century youse looking Absolutely Fabulous, Dhag’ling.

In local news, French President, Emmanual Macron will not be bothering with the U.N. and it’s their silly little General Assembly summit, instead, Mister Macron will instead be kissing the ass of an irrelevant king, not sure if Camilla played a motivation on the president’s… como se dice, como se dice? Geriatric love for pomp and circoncision.

¶ 4, page 181:

Oh, boy!

 

Peut-être y retrouverai-je Liêm, frêle vietnamien, récemment rencontré dans une supérette du côté de la rue du Louvre. Les nouvelles sont ternes. Il n’a pas bougé de l’hébergement social dans le quartier. Mine du vaincu, un peu comme toujours déprimé, Liêm ne rêve plus d’un retour à une vie ordinaire, un boulot, un logement individuel, une famille, il fait aller en poussant les jours les uns après les autres. Liêm est un bouliste passionné, je ne l’ai jamais vu aussi heureux que lorsqu’il organise, au nom de la Bagagerie, dans l’ancien jardin des Halles, les concours de pétanque. J’espère le retrouver souriant, le jour où j’irai errer du côté des boulistes.

Marie-Ange Schiltz
WFA (whoof’Ah) — W/OFA (güo’FA)
(Ibid.)

On the menu, estofado 🍲 de Socle y Olive’s 🫒 Oil en su tinta con chile 🌶️ capeado al estilo Beaugrenelle con Citroën Squeeze.

Previously on, The unity of the Abbé d’Aubignac’s time of Homer’s place and the culture of the action on the Streets in Seventeenth-Century Paris*.

Page 79…
FRANCE 1632, reports reach Paris that Ursuline nuns were being possessed by demons in Loudun. Richelieu sent JEAN MARTIN, baron de Laubardemont, to oversee the trials that lead to the 1634 buning of…

Page 80…
[P]riest Urbain Grandier for witchcraft. In 1637, Richelieu’s niece Marie Madeleine de Vignero, the dutches of Augillon, decamped from Paris to observe the spectacle of the possession for herself, She brought d’Aubignac along and commissioned from him a short manuscript report on the possessions… YADA, YADA, YADA, La NONNE Tú was re-hashed in REEL TIME.

Is Horror Back? ‘The Nun II’ and ‘A Haunting in Venice’ Exorcise the Box Office

*~.The Journal of the History of Ideas,
Volume 84, Number 1 (January 2023)

… submitted for your approval, you are entering the Bagagerie through Dr. Johanna’s fire exit door, and if the hook-up bracket of the fire extinguisher🧯on the first floor is any indication that something “fishy” went on last night after La Bagagerie was closed, just know that Le Socle may wrap up Pandora’s Box in with the tarp, but the love-flow is visible with a purple 💎 light and oh-boy 💜… please stand-by for a “shamanistic intervention” on-the-go.

¹~. Over on channel YOUNG, it’s bright Women:

Word of the They for 09/18/2023:
eggcorn, it’s like a word salad when you sing the misheard lyrics to Purple Haze, Medival Woman, or the Miami Sound Machina, “Dr. Fish”. Up next is the Talking Chimeras and their number Won Hit, “Psycho Thriller”.

https ://www .dictionary .com /e /word-of-the-day /eggcorn -2023-09-18/

Charm guarantees a visa in FRANCE, which is why the preferred method for securing, first the visa, then social security and finally the keys to you very own studio (or apartment if you are not a radio D.J.) is to book a European Vacation, the n° One Trick (and this is 180° from a Catch-22) is to arrive through Barajas in Spain, or from Fiumicino in Rome; spend a week or two in either of the two capitals and then make your way to Paris. The rest is up to the Associations that are in place since 1901 in France for you.

En revanche, as the French like to say; being a bona fidēs cantankerous observer of modern culture, such as the late FIELD MARSHALL George Carlin, well then that will only get you a locker room without a door and if you are a good-boy (or girl) two meal cards for the Restos de Marianne.

Not that I would ever repeat this experience again, ever, but IF I HAD KNOWN that I could have come to mister DARMANIN’s EUROPE as a mala fidēs charming boot-licking, eyes wide-shut and, willing ‘colabo’, and have access to all of the pussy that is willing to fuck, well then that would have been a different trip, but I am a journalist (string reporter) and if mister Interior Minister thinks that “CRITICAL Contestataire THINKING” is anti-French Republic, well then send me on another trip. I can go dark, and 180° on a bona fidē “talents et compétences” promise. 

Got depression? Get a “limpia”.

Peligro… MAL27

Intermedio entre Olympiades… all the Guerras that fit.

 

Previously en la Hidalgo… dirección Tasqueña 🚇, Mexican authorities ignore their own promises to provide mental health care for trauma victims, unofficially, first-hand witnesses overheard a public outreach agent from the Mexican National Guard recommend to a Post Traumatic Stress victim to seek the ‘charisma’ of the nearest “curandera” or, « Madame Ruth, you know, that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth » and, very important KNOT to forget to request a “clean energy” tax deduction receipt for a “limpia 🥚🥛🧄🧙🏿‍♀️ session,” period!

All quiet on The Berlin front.

 

Todos tus muertos:

Foto of Island by Roger Pérez. Just the facts, over…

 

Note to editors:

we [the staff] are experiencing signal interference from across la rue du NIL, and because Roger Pérez 🇵🇪 once witnessed that blood-curdling shriek 📡 blaring out of the FM freq’s on 📻 of the kitchen floor, when Pablo from Segovia, Spain, (no-less) went straight to hell, it happened on the very day that Pablo was about to be cremated. Little Ol’ i, (Armando Segovia) mention the artist’s name because of the “transmission” of that departure, however, i must be emphatically clear that this post is not about him (Roger, that…), it is nonetheless, about Lorenzo, dit Lencho, en Castellano del bueno.

Vamos pues, a hacer una “limpia” para la puta “causa »…

📡… Le hospitalizan, le escanean, le analizan y le dan medicamento de punta de lanza. La administración se encarga. El paciente, un tiburón, puede marcharse a su lamentablemente esquina en la acera insolentemente bautizada como la rue de Nil, la calle de moda del barrio, “salario medio 5.000 euros”. Elegante, rebelde y digno, Fabrizio es bien respetado en la zona. El bistró de enfrente sirve cafés especiales que pueden llegar calientes desde el otro lado de la calle. Stéphane _
Page 180 ; ¶ 4.

Fabrice, dit Fabrizio. Fabrizio l’élancé, le rasta, le séropo qui parfois refuse de se soigner. Il ne veut plus vivre, dit-il, plus passer ses journées sur un trot- toir. Il s’invective. Il se révolte. Le virus s’active. Il est hospitalisé, scanner, analyses, médication de pointe. L’administration administre. Le patient requin qué peut sortir vers son infortuné trottoir au coin de la rue du Nil, rue bobo du quartier s’il en est, insolemment dénommée « salaire moyen 5 000 € ». Élégant, rebelle, digne, Fabrizio est estimé dans les parages. Le bistrot d’en face sert des cafés spéciaux, capables d’arriver chauds de l’autre côté de la rue. Stéphane

Page 180 ; ¶ 4

A Closer Look… with all due respect.

s’installe souvent aux côtés de Fabrizio. Les nouvelles sont bonnes. Ils ont un studio en perspective. Ils ont fait leurs calculs, les aides, le RSA et les reve-nus de leur « travail » (faire la manche) : en partageant le loyer, ils assurent. Dernière conversation, dernière « mise à l’abri », Fabrizio décède à l’hôpital. Il ne s’évapore pas pour autant comme tant d’autres, au-dessus de sa place, son ombre s’attarde. Sur le mur, son portrait s’affiche, seules les pluies d’ouest auront raison de la photo.

Page181 ; ¶1

Page181; ¶1:
… a menudo se sienta junto a Fabrizio. Las noticias son buenas. Tienen un depa* en el horizonte**. Han hecho sus cuentas, los subsidios, los recursos de alocación solidaria (RSA, por sus siglas en Francés) y los ingresos de su “trabajo” (mendigar): compartiendo el alquiler, están a salvo. Última conversación, último “refugio”, Fabrizio muere en el hospital. Pero no se evapora como tantos otros, su sombra perdura sobre el local. Su retrato se exhibe en la pared, y sólo las lluvias del oeste lo borrarán.

 

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