Mammifères
There is nothing better than the half-empty bars, the night without numbers. The customer on the left stands out on the large bay window with all its weight of misfortune. He is unhappy because he is waiting for a fabulous girl, a beautiful long girl who will come to lean on her like an angel or a great wound. You do not expect anything. The glass bin throbs like a trout pond in an old mountain. Representatives of shoulders pass without dreams. The waitress lights a cigarette because love does not exist. The most obstinate women, those who thought they could bring you back to the world, gave up. You are in a state close to happiness.