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Niagara – soleil d’hiver

Elle n’était pas du genre à se faire remarquer.
C’était jamais elle qu’on invitait à danser.
Elle avait plutôt l’impression de gêner.
Peut-être avait-elle envie de tout casser.

Elle habitait plus loin, dans la rue d’à coté.
Je suis sûre que vous l’avez déjà rencontré.
Son visage était transparent comme l’été
Mais elle avait toujours l’air de s’ennuyer.

Elle voulait toucher le soleil.
Rien ne sera pareil,
Perdu dans son sommeil
Et puis les nuages étincellent
Sur des étangs de miel
Et mes larmes s’emmêlent.

J’ai toujours su qu’elle allait partir en fumée.
Elle aurait tout donné pour se faire oublier.
Un matin, en silence, elle s’est défilée
Et elle est partie sur la pointe des pieds.

Elle avait décidé de ne plus s’inquiéter.
C’était la fin de l’hiver, mais elle s’en foutait.
Au bord du quai, doucement elle a sauté.
Ses cheveux, lentement, dans l’eau ont flotté.

Elle voulait toucher le soleil.
Rien ne sera pareil,
Perdu dans son sommeil
Et puis les nuages étincellent
Sur des étangs de miel
Et mes larmes s’emmêlent.

Elle avait décidé de ne plus s’inquiéter.
C’était la fin de l’hiver, mais elle s’en foutait.
Au bord du quai, doucement elle a sauté.
Ses cheveux, lentement, dans l’eau ont flotté.

Elle voulait toucher le soleil.
Rien ne sera pareil,
Perdu dans son sommeil
Et puis les nuages étincellent
Sur des étangs de miel
Et mes larmes s’emmêlent.

Elle voulait toucher le soleil.
Rien ne sera pareil,
Perdu dans son sommeil
Et puis les nuages étincellent
Sur des étangs de miel
Et mes larmes s’emmêlent.

We went to the Louis Vuitton thing which was so boring, the catering was lame-y and it was packed with waspy people, straight out of a british gossip magazine; all blonde, all sour faced, no dance moves, eton college haircuts, washed out, pale, Stepford girlfriends, leathery skinned old women with fake tans and fake noses and a cruiseship type band covering hits! hah..
Later we went to Tribeca for drinks and we met Louiza and Sakis and Vaso Konsola and laughed and laughed.
Chr. P. was there too. heh..
Fucker C.L. is trying to spoil it for me but he knows I’m better.
off for breakfast to starbucks.
yum lemon bar.
*yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn*

What did the monstah see?
What did Souppy see today when she woke up, let one rip,
ate a bucket of food, burped and then proceeded to do her rounds in the apartment?
What did she see?
What changed in the veranda?
Was she taken aback?
Were there many smells to sniff?
Click the nose of the monstah to find out!!!

Danced and danced and drank and then, when it was quite late into the night and all too hot, in a flash, I grabbed Christos L. and jumped in the pool, clothes, shoes, everything, on. Christoforos P. and Ioanna P. followed in. Oh how cool the water was. And the stars above. We then retreated to a private bungalow and changed into bathrobes and towels. I was smiling the entire next day. That was at club Island.
Then -was it last night?- we went to a place and took some stuff and danced and danced till 6am non stop – no pee breaks.

The following day I was shooting “Tender” by Argyris Papadimitropoulos, which was a trip; the soundstage was dark and stuffy, the set was a room made of 3 dark teal walls and a white bed with fluffy pillows, like classy vintage erotica. Serafita and I humped for 12 hours till we were almost unconscious. I saw some dailies and it looks like an actual blue film. Serafita has a beautiful body. We did such things to each other, things I never thought were allowed or I be bold enough to do. In the end her ass was beaming glowing red.

Got my pay cheque and went to a fabulous greenhouse with Artemis and splashed half of it on plants, flower pots and small trees. The veranda looks so dreamy now. A jasmine tree, ivy, and tons of other mysterious green monsters.

That sunbed was so nice. i could stay in there forever. The place was full of tv actors [do they all do that?!].

Ektoras will be assistant director in a feature film shooting over the summer. bad script but good experience it will be.

Went to Eleftheriades’ fashion show. Drank tons
Then at night we went to Balux where it was very lame, no matter the high alcohol intake. After more wine, more wine, MORE wine, a couple of lines, more wine and more wine, it got to be ok and the music got better and then lights on, the place was closing. wankers.

The sun is so good this morning. drinking coffee in the veranda and i’m noticing my flowers are very happy. blooming. there were even bees on them, proper spring.

I’m not really looking forward to saturday where i’ll have to spend 12 hours in a bed with a near stranger cavorting and exchanging saliva. at least the pay is good.

There’s a cool breeze now.

hahaha
funny, no?

I must tan a little for the sex scene I’m shooting Saturday. Last night I went to a fashion show – so many laughs. Drank tons of champagne, then we went to Yoga Bala for indian food.
Then we went to a bar and drank daiquiris and met more people there.
If I can twist Artemis’ arm enough maybe she’ll drive me to buy more plants and potted flowers. Want more, a lot more.
3rd cuppa coffee and still no brain activity. Only an abundant production of #2s.

The windstorm took Lela’s long, blonde human hair wig
dammit that was a goddamn $400 fucking hairpiece

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Met a funny turtle at the Royal Gardens.
She was very sociable.

slap slap slap go go go