FR - EN In the middle of the street I can't believe it. You. In the middle of the street. I took a few steps backwards. Not the dance steps that we were practicing. A few steps backwards, towards these fragments of me. You had dynamited me. In your eyes, I can see joy : "What a coincidence!" But I know I attracted you. I know I consciously asked for someone to lay this bomb on my path. Deflagrated. My legs. Gone. I was precisely thinking that I was over you... What a joke. It's the belly now, gutted out by the power of the explosion. All that is left are my hands. Holding my pumping bloody heart. The scene could be funny if it weren't so scary. You. Me. And my enslaved heart offered at the tip of my fingers. In the middle of the street.