I see myself walking on the footpath in Rome.
He's staring at me, saying something I cannot really understand, but I know it's important.
I've met a lot of people tonight who I'll never meet again. For sure. It was a birthday party, I wasn't invited. But he brought me anyway: emptyhanded, tramp dressed, drinking for free.
Listen to him ! Listen to him !
A bug in my brain's trying to penetrate to keep my attention on him.
I'm so drunk, and I know this is the moment I've been waiting for years: now everything could be clear or go to pot.
Please, wit, don't leave me now.
We are walking so fast to take the last metro. I'm thinking abo