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With the new year came back red nose
freedom of happiness
red nose red nose





and magic of Thursday night resumed
time to forget what we are for nothing more than a mind in a crazy crazy body
bread stored in its panière the crescents on their stalls. Leaving only the state

clown what a pleasure to return the nose, repeat the check-up before the scene
to feel his whole body just now. without neurons that guide. Just the body is there and then forget what a pleasure to come
whisper words of the public picked at random from the here and now
words everyday and become sublimated poems
words of clowns

yes fun Thursday night is back
those few hours when I am no longer the apprentice baker, when there are more orders, more blame, more baguettes and croissants baked too badly rolled
those few hours where nobody asks me to account, where no one judges me
where there is only the benevolent attention of an audience ready to smile
few hours of happiness
stolen moments of happiness