Jean-Louis Bouzou – Text Bubbles

I remember you didn't like it when I rolled my shirt sleeves too high; you had intervened, and the touch of your fingers on my skin was electric…   *   I remember we talked about vacations; you were going to Spain, and I told you that, instead of going to Ireland as planned, I might join you with my friends. As a joke, we arranged to meet on July 14 at noon, in front of Madrid City Hall; we said we would get married there…   *   I remember that, under the pretext of work to be completed, I had not attended your farewell party... Your imminent departure and the fact that I had told you nothing about my feelings generated a heavy and dull anger in me…   *   I remember the sudden and abysmal hole left by your departure, a life now without colors or flavors…   *   I remember the beard I no longer shaved... and the jogging pants I wore to work…   *   I remember all those blues songs I listened to – like 'Old Love...

I remember those times when we found ourselves alone in the coffee area; we lost all sense of time, we were so happy to be together – so much so that one day, the assistant director came to chase us away…   *   I remember this florist shop from Place Bellecour in Lyon that I drew at the time with Paint, and which you appreciated so much…   *   I remember your finger between my shoulders and the electric shock I felt as I looked out the window and daydreamed in a hallway…   *   I remember a group evening I didn't want to participate in... I didn't want to get attached to you, yet at the same time, I wanted to create a longing in you... Great success: I couldn't stop thinking about you that whole lonely evening…   *   I remember thinking that I couldn’t act with you the way I had acted with my previous encounters… You were special; you seemed to know all my tricks... and never let any of your emotions show…   * ...

I remember walking into that office where you worked, waves of electricity rippling from my pelvis to my head, goosebumps on my forearms... and my desire to hide it all...   *   I remember, after this meeting, saying to myself, as I left the office: 'Don’t fall in love with her!'...   *   I remember that at first I tried to avoid you... What I felt in your presence was too disturbing for me...   *   I remember that group dinner, when our eyes met, your eyes shone and I felt something intense and deeply secretive between us...   *   I remember our breaks in the break room... We discussed everything and nothing, never once insignificant...   *   I remember your dark and magical scent...