occitanissima

A stupid accident... It is the pain that had awakened. A secret tip that started from the hip. Knee. He did not understand what he was doing there. The slender trees, acacias, poplars, elders, formed a canopy above his head. He heard the loud noise traffic. The pain was like a burn, and it was certain to lose much blood. He still wore his biker gloves. But he felt another pain in his right hand, that which had no glove, its whirling its sting to the elbow. He tried to regain his senses. The night was falling. A cool breeze was waving grass. He lay on his back, and completely invisible road. The sky was magnificent. Deep blue or almost black, with a reflection vaguely behind him like red on fine summer days. The memories came back in bits. Old memories of a few hours sentence. He remembered that he had eaten croissants. He remembered very well the water white. . May be that of a hotel. From a hotel near a river, a river wide and powerful, unless it is near a dam, or mill. Yes it was he...