Close your eyes so that it goes faster.
Whatever the nature and context of the accident is still there, I boussillé my knee. I am condemned to wander in a small area, very small: my street. On crutches available 100 meters per hour, I can do the round trip to the tobacco, this course including the premiere, the Indian bazaar, the wine shop, a break on a bench, the bookseller and butchery. Anything to stay alive. Above the cellar. One trip a day, so slowly. In return, the bottle stands congne cons makes me slow down again. Full recovery expected until 2011.
In August there who are working, preparing their winter. This summer was the new Collection of Golden Hook need shooter. It was almost on time, you could even make it all back before the full of journalists, with the making of the video loop know you dance the cariiioocaaaa . The new site is coming soon. Some images from the press presentation, and excluded a photo of Winter Lookbook 2010/2011. Look at her because she could disappear for obscure reasons hyperconfidentialé. GoldenHook: Collection Winter / Spring 2010/2011
I go down the derb with a boldness that is not here, zigzags between loops, bags full of olives by hand and hot bread tucked under his arm. The smile that I have not had time to make the kid who served me was left on my lips. Last left turn, after the blacksmith on the corner before the vegetable souk. Do not get lost, especially not to lose. I know after that is a right-right sequence. I think I have arrived, passed under the right arch is dark, the tiny keypad color dirt swept dust gray, brown wooden door. I hit, it had given a password. I do not recall having said, perhaps because you opened before, maybe because I said something else, or I simply did not say anything at all. Still, when that door opened I had the feeling the happiest of my life. And I remember it very well, because the feeling still exists, even if we do we swim longer under palm trees creaking, shaken by the wind burning Moroccan nights.