only the birds love us

I’m watching a journalist from France 2 or 3, I watch Olivier Ménard from the TV l'équipe I spoke to my conscientious mechanic on Thursday, I observe the little baker who thinks alone, I read the Blue Tunics, a french comic book, I listen to my doctor go into retirement, I watch Ancelloti talking about football, I think of the city of Rouen, the firefighters The lyric a great poet of the 19th century, I marvel at all these nurses, I fantasize about an actress named Louise, I vote for a famous red union, I listen to the raucous view of Radio Nostalgia, I am thinking of Carrefour hypermarket customers Alas, alas, only the birds love us.