JosephNow I'm a cab driver at night
I like nights better
so I can spend the day with Julie
during the day, he tells me of his night
I've the impression he invents a little
and I invent a little with him
Are you sleeping?
No, are you?
No
You and I never sleep
Never when we are together
We like movement better
Yes, it's true
When I sleep, I don't live
Neither do I
Right now, I like living
So do I
When I'm asleep.
I'm not completely sure you're here
Neither am I
I slept so much when I was little
But then it was the opposite
waking up meant getting bored
Me too.
It's since I met you that things have changed
Me too. I knew something was going to happen.
For what?
I didn't quite know, but for something
Meanwhile, I kept sleeping
If nothing had happened to you
that can happen too
Would you have slept on and on?
Yes, probably
I would have been a sleepwalker going here
and there like everybody
but a sleepwalker still Jack
and Julie were very young
They came from the provinces
They had a one-bedroom on the fifth floor
of a Parisian building
not far from the Sebastopol Boulevard
They had a view a very long and
large avenue with the incessant flow of cars
the owner had put up new wall paper
They hadn't changed it
It did not concern them
It's hot
It's summer
A particularly hot summer
They loved each other, it was enough for them
Everyday, their bodies search for more
Especially after
what was going to happen to her.
But I'm anticipating.
Jack would say:
I won't drive a cab all my life
And they would both laugh
She would say: Next year
I'll work and you'll be resting.
Holding each other, slowly
almost asleep, they made love
It was the almost that was important
Do you have sunflower oil?
They lived casually had no friends
and didn't know anybody in Paris
Maybe we should meet people
Next year
And the telephone?
Next year
You must sleep Jack, you'll have an accident
Next year
Jack would say: I'll take
a minutes sleep every now and then
Half asleep
Paris is even more beautiful.
No, you will kill yourself tonight, Jack
She dislike staying in alone
It was too hot
The nights were cooler outside
Be careful, anything can happen
I'm not afraid
Nothing can happen to me
And it was so
Nothing happened to her
During the day he tells me about his night
And at night, I wander around Paris
We have no child
It's really not the right time
At night, he drives around in his cab
And at night, I wander around Paris
I always get home before him
I wait for daylight and erase the night
It's summer in Paris
The time for abandonment
when the days are the longest
During the day he tells me about his night
And at night, I wander around Paris
We don't have a phone
anyway, we don't know anyone
We have no child
It's really not the right time
At night, he drives around in his cab
When we sleep, we don't feel we live
I always get home before him
I wait for daylight and erase the night
It's summer in Paris
The time for abandonment
when the days are the longest
I'm not an apparition
I'm a woman, which is quite the opposite
One day, Jack told her:
I've got an extra half-hour.
How come?
The driver offered to drop the car by the door
They made use of that half-hour
Then, went down together
Hi Joseph
Hi Jack
Joseph, as in the Bible?
Thank you
Have you been in Paris long?
No, not very long
What are you reading?
The map of Paris
I like exploring better
I know the main avenues
the Champs Elysees and the Opera House
Now I'm discovering small streets
And the one-way streets?
Do you pay attention to them?
No
How what might not have happened did happen?
I don't know yet
Maybe Julie was tired of walking alone
in the big city
And she loved Jack so much
she distrusted neither
Joseph nor herself
nor the endless walks
in the summer nights of Paris
Do you like American shirts?
They're Chinese
It's for Jack
Jack? I thought it was Jacques
Jack
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