Jeune & jolie Page #2

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- Are you available for the night?

No, only in the evenings.

And I cannot do weekends.

- What a pity.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- What did you write there?

- Handsome.

- Fine, I prepared the food. It is in the fridge,

you only have to heat it in the microwave. - Okay.

- See you tomorrow.

- Victor, you have to study more grammar!

- Okay.

- Goodbye, Muna.

- See you tomorrow.

- Goodbye.

- I am exhausted.

Dating & You

- You could knock before entering.

- What are you doing?

- Leave me alone, I am working!

- Are you watching porn?

- Get out!

- I, I will eat then.

"At seventeen,

you cannot be formal."

"One night,

you get sick of beer and lemonade..."

"the noisy cafes

with dazzling decades..."

"and you go under the green linden,

for a walk."

"How rich smell lime green

on the nights of June!"

"The air is sometimes so soft,

to be closed eyelids."

"The wind rustling

- The city is not far - ..."

"brings aromas of vine

and beer."

"Night of June:
17.

You let yourself be intoxicated."

" The sap is champagne

that goes to your head, ramble."

"You feel a kiss on your lips;

Throbbing like an animal."

"Your crazy heart, Robinsonea

through novels..."

"when clarity

a pale lantern..."

"spends a Miss

lovely look."

"To her, you seem very naive,

and trotting with his small boots..."

"turns, alert,

and a living movement..."

"on your lips,

poems then die."

"You are in love,

laughs at your verses."

"All their friends are,

you are unbearable."

"And one night, your love

deigned to write."

"That night,

coffee again dazzled."

"You order beer or lemonade.

At seventeen you can not be formal..."

"when there is lime green

on the road."

You can see that Rimbaud speaks

drunkenness of nature.

- And the excesses that lead to love.

Because being young, Love goes

through excesses, disinhibition...

At 17, one can fall in love

only during the holidays...

live a story, and to return to high school

have much to tell...

because we fell in love

and that summer was cute.

Falling in love, is revealed as a man.

Spend youth to be an adult.

It is the intoxication of summer

insouciance, freedom...

- happiness, joy.

In the third stanza,

"Robinsonea" is a neologism?

Is he referring to Robinson Crusoe?

We're adventurous two months

and finally we are alone.

Begins and ends the same. Life is

like a circle, something infinite...

repeating, whatever happens.

Not necessarily a poem

about the meeting...

It's more like a diagnosis,

on the dreams of young love.

Okay, tomorrow 5 pm, 300 Euros.

Which address?

- Isabelle, are you coming to lunch?

- I am coming.

- You write to your boyfriend?

- How do you know?

Easy to note.

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