– Mais alors où, où?
Il s’énerve, elle n’est jamais contente.
– Au loin, autre part, au bord d’un trou …
– … noir?
– Bleu: au bord d’un trouble.
This entry was posted on 14 January 2016 by Ella Balaert. It was filed under Fictions de rue and was tagged with Balaert, street art paris.
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