aprem yesterday with my dear Agathe was session to scribble utopia. between then you do what I tell to but without looking paper: 
and you do not look paper and you do not throw your pencil to your paper:
since the day of Christmas must wish a Merry Christmas I wish you a Merry Christmas although I am a shitty mood and my whole family suffers the consequences. 
free relay 
voila my participation in the relay superheroes (passed on by Tonks ). I chose my first discovery manga (thank you my brother) Rei . you'll notice the button on the carrot hair. I pass the baton to anna , tship (if it has not already), Sandrine (if agrees) and sebs . 
and I put the small colorectal Friday ... still bof. but it relaxes the colon on computer.
more: those who know me know I'm kind of emotional and I absolutely did not expect that. I unfold the paper and I find ... a poem . believing a young lady to romance to amélie foal have been ecstatic and would have sought a way to find it. I think I rather say: "I prefer a phone number ... well ... it will make me a souvenir." as not. I do not believe in fairy tales. too bad for me? not. I just want a little reality . real arm warm more than a piece of paper. 
the end of this story is not great ... but I did nothing. really happy to start a new book.
wolves howling 
Tuesday: I'll take a coffee utopia. entering I noticed a man, thirties, very attractive, full of class. I settle down, get out my odds and ends and he takes his lighter. a friend join me and two words I threw a look at this stranger just for fun to see. Man gets up, comes up to me and asks me a sheet of paper. few minutes later he gets up, takes his business, handed me the paper saying "have a nice evening" if the rest of my adventure on Tuesday interests you just ask me ^ ^ 
I confess to having the difficulty putting on paper what is in my head. but I try n'acharner.
