First Morning Shift
You tell. No, you. Or you. Should the actor begin ? Or the scarecrows, all at square purposes ? Or should we wait until the eight planets have collected in the sign of Aquarius ? You begin, please. After all, it was your dog. But before my dog, your dog and the dog descended from the dog. One of us has to begin : You or he or you or I … Many many sunsets ago, long before we existed, The Vistula flowed day in day out without reflecting us forever and ever.
Dog years (Günter Grass).
(La suite – qui vaut son pesant de cacahuètes – demain … si je veux bien !)