After nineteen minutes of spiritual deep reflexion, I am getting up, I am lifting my bag, I am saying sorry, goodbye, good courage for week... I am walking on a foot, I am pushing aside elbows, I am fixing the screen door... I am leaving my Muse! The feet composed on the ground I am moving and I am beginning my ( almost ) daily road. People is following me and preceding me, they are in group or solitary person,It is cold I am walking more and more fast... Streetlights light the street and I see the rain fallen by their light, it did not miss more than you and it would have given the romantic sidewhich I would have been able to perceive. My hands in my pockets, my chin inside my scarf, the collar of my coat which is covering my nape of the neck, the bag in the shoulder I am returning to the the everyday life. I am afraid of not seeing again to you any more, to feel this hello sensual, our crossed glances, our smiles, our teasings. I know what you think of him, for his health, but I have only... I sat, ready to cry our estrangement. I know that you think of him, for his health, but I have only... I am waiting for tears spring from my eyes.