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Suddenly he comes back, hand in hand, more alone than a dog, at the corner of the boulevard and in the small street. He is no longer, it was seen. But here he is again, Kashtabalda. He left me notes. A kind of logbook. Bad day first. More stupid than the memories of an ass. Thicker than a tax book. We\u2019re not done. So much the worse. Kishtibildi.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n It started a long time ago. It goes back to the time when he was called, not Patate yet, but Jean from there. His real life was not believed. Who believes him? Not me. Uncle Congo knew him at the time. What he claims! We called him Ficelle, the young Potato. And not Jean from there my balls. Uncle speaks badly, but he talks well.<\/p>\n He gave me the papers String, with a string around the bundle that does not disgusting. It\u2019s typed by machine, an archaic one-ton, all black with touches that are mercilessly hammered. I used to collect them as a child. An antique Underwood. And it makes me doubt. I don\u2019t see my favorite bum typing. Almost no mistake! He was barely reading. It\u2019s the mystery String – Old Potato – Gueugueu – Jean de l\u00e0 – Kashtabalda. We won\u2019t know.<\/p>\n Maybe Uncle Crook put all this. Possible. He\u2019s dead now. Ficelle too. Impossible to be sure. They will not sign these papers, neither one nor the other. If they do not protest more than that, I’ll sign them. And I assume. The bundle is made of notebooks of about ten pages each. Some are longer. Others are not. A staple at the top left corner. It\u2019s rusty. So it\u2019s dated. It doesn\u2019t give me the author, but it\u2019s already there. There is no title, none, nowhere. Sometimes a date, February 13; July 24, or this one that smells of nonsense: 134 April! But never the year. Guess …<\/p>\n I said there are no titles, that\u2019s wrong. No Underwood typed titles, for sure. But sometimes, at random, a title written by hand. It\u2019s Tonton\u2019s handwriting, I\u2019m sure. I\u2019d put my hand in his mouth. Never seen the writing of La Vieille Patate<\/em> and for good reason: he never wrote. Something else: it starts at the end. These songs, there is music with. It\u2019s Uncle That. Signed Kashtabalda.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I have people I have friends I have people I have friends I’ve met nine people or ten (Songs of Kasta)<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Crazy Lily had a house on white hill Lily the Crazy sang songs to think I tremble Lily the Crazy is me sweet illusion to memory Crazy Lily followed my last procession (Songs of Kashta)<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Village besides the windy bed There are forty, \u00a0November took In the open No bread no cred (Songs of Kashta)<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Coda: to the chorus.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Suddenly he comes, spinning wheel, hanging round, Kashtabalda’s back !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":19,"featured_media":43293,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3367],"tags":[1360],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43294"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/19"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=43294"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":53371,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43294\/revisions\/53371"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/43293"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ficelle-patate-quais-seine-1920-sk23-1200x720-1.jpg\")
<\/p>\nHobo Gueugueu<\/h4>\n
\nThroughout France
\nI can\u2019t remember one
\nParis so far when travelling in Provence
\nThere must be two or three around reminding me
\n\u00a0Get out of jail just to enter — the hospital
\nBefore my eyes are moving things — not normal
\nBut those who kept their balance in my rink
\nThey offered me the shot to drink
\nThe dog is dead
\nNot going strong my head.<\/p>\n
\nThroughout France
\nOf which I have no news
\nIt\u2019s the ransom of my continuous errance
\nMust be two or three
\nThey could remember me
\nA bloody wind blows again
\nIn my brain
\nI suck the last I suk the past
\nIn my glass
\nTo those who kept their balance in my rink
\nI\u2019ll drink without a drop to drink
\nThe dog is dead
\nNot going strong my head.<\/p>\n
\nThe more I think about them
\nThe less I can recall
\nDoc said I need to rest until the fall
\nMust be around some pal to come and pass the ball
\nHe didn\u2019t want me to smoke, I didn\u2019t drink much
\nYou should have stayed down but not thought of the dog
\nBut the funniest thing to remember
\nI have lost the taste of drinking<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ficelle-patate-leZoutKnocke-1920-sk23-1200x720-1.jpg\")
<\/p>\nCrazy Lily<\/h4>\n
\nCrazy Lily had a home I\u2019d spend Sundays there
\nIn the paths taken my gray hair wet with rain
\nMy obsessions were called Crazy Lily
\nLily loves me Crazy Lily is in my bed<\/p>\n
\nCrazy Lily sang songs we sang together
\nIn the paths taken my gray hair wet with rain
\nI hear the wind whispering to me Crazy Lily
\nLily loves me Crazy Lily is in my bed<\/p>\n
\n\u00a0Crazy Lily flew over the sea to drink
\nIn the paths taken my gray hair wet with rain
\nThe wood branch pointed to Crazy Lily
\nLily loves me Crazy Lily is in my bed<\/p>\n
\nAnd for shroud in the deep hole she sowed snow
\nIn my white vault becoming a little child again
\nThe cross nails me all against you Lily the Mad
\nLily loves me Crazy Lily is in my bed<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ficedlle-patate-marseille-marche-aux-legumes-sk23-1200x720-1.jpg\")
<\/p>\nMartigues<\/h4>\n
\nNamed after Martigues
\nAlmost alive and nearly dead
\nIn the season of figs
\nNothing better
\nThan big summer
\nOf sunny skies and sand
\nKeep on refusing charity
\nOf little fairy
\nAnt<\/p>\n
\nOnce they were three
\nOne woman and two men
\nThey got a king they got a pope
\nMartigues has hands to lend
\nNothing better
\nThan big summer
\nOf sunny skies and sand
\nKeep on refusing charity
\nOf little fairy
\nAnt<\/p>\n
\nTheir stock of food
\nThe winter could not pass
\nThere’s not a sheep, there’s no smartass
\nIn the prairie, no grass
\nNothing better
\nThan big summer
\nOf sunny skies and sand
\nKeep on refusing charity
\nOf little fairy
\nAnt<\/p>\n
\nWe live on sun
\nDon’t even need some tent
\nIn the grey winds
\nOf cold evenings
\nMartigues was making Lent
\nNothing better
\nThan big summer
\nOf sunny skies and sand
\nKeep on refusing charity
\nOf little fairy
\nAnt<\/p>\n
\nVillage is dead
\nWaiting for no mirage
\nThe dead winter
\nComes to cover
\nAshes of a village
\nNothing better
\nThan big summer
\nOf sunny skies and sand
\nKeep on refusing charity
\nOf little fairy
\nAnt<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ficelle-petit-prince-squelettes-sk23-1900x1140-1.png\")
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