this little window
is where I watch the sun rise
through shutters
by night we drink beer
play boule
laugh
putain
calliou
with Portuguese neighbours
one shares the same initials
til the sun sets
under the stars
the clack of metal
the sound of the river
dogs run free
c'est la vie
c'est la vie
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