Une moustache qui disait au monde qu’il était Français
Je suis joueur. De cartes, de basket, de boules. De tout.
Il lève son doigt pour articuler un point de vue; qu’il y avait toujours
La porte ouverte au monde
Ne me quitte pas, disait Brel.
Une cigarette à la bouche, un Ricard sur la table et les cartes dans la main
On est fermé.
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One could tell by his moustache that he was French.
I’m a gambler and a gamer and I play everything. Cards. Basketball. Pétanque.
He would raise his finger when he had a point to make; which was always.
A door open to the world
Brel sang: Ne me quitte pas, please don’t leave.
A cigarette hanging off his lip, a glass of Ricard on ice and a high set of cards
We’re closed.
great homage, beautiful description and gosh the pics of home are just marvelous. Thank you so much 😘
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Sending love & hugs my girl! ❤
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