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"I was sentimental about many things: a woman's shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said "I'm going to pee..."; hair ribbons, walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking, talking ; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes, the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past love at 3am; being t0ld you snore, hearing her snore, mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometime divorce, but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she's now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95, racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends, your dull friends, your drinking, her dancing, your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side, and her doing the same; sleeping together...."
Bukowski - Women

I'll Post the song that goes with this tomorow - Soklak - 1977 - After "L"

I apologize already for people who don't speak french for this song. Qui n'a Jamais vecu ca?