To Nicolas Richard
I am drinking and smoking and talking
with an old friend in his old apartment
His kids are sleeping while the music
crashes silently on the floor
This is a good evening
I can see myself reflected
very small
in the neighbour’s window
EL SEBBO
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Who’s dat old friend of yours, fucker? Hey, by the way, not only the music crashed on the floor. Our minds & souls & shyte too. And not dat silently for dat matter.
Signé : yr new friend. Love yah el Sebbo. U’re da bestest. djn