When the moon appears, you can cross it in the city, it has two names, one for life, the other for the night. A cross on his studies, time brought him a hard life, between coffee and pharmacy, she has her habits. The habit of being in the cold, the legs in the air, straight in the dark, we would confuse With a lamp of air, a fight against the world, she dances with her shadow, far too young to do the oldest job in the world. Her perfume, mixed with the smell of gasoline around her, she gives herself the right to believe that she will be able to leave one day. She left her dreams, damaged in a few streets, some do it by choice, she never had it. When she comes home, she closes her eyes, in front of the elevator mirror. At night, all the cats are gray, and all her customers are alone. They take a little of her, when they close the door, and traces appear, when the caresses become too strong. She is intelligent and funny, but to be honest, the men who come to see her, are not there to know her. Under the big bear, she does everything to make them want to, she doubts, and when her makeup flows, she says it's the rain. Of course she would like to be elsewhere, leave here, but she is taken hostage by the coffee and the pharmacy. Serene, since every evening is already tomorrow, she has tons of regrets, stuck in her little handbag. The seasons pass, we get used to anxieties, she thinks it could be worse by looking at the SDF in front of her, destinies look alike in the perimeter. She takes the 100 steps, by staying there, she has done thousands of kilometers. Often, her charming prince evaporates like a mirage, they don't remember his first name, she wants to forget their faces. Sacrifices for a better future, if the moon could speak, she would have things to say. She has a son, her little piece of soul, her moment of calm, the star that guides her in the dark night. She joins the auroras, after the horror, she comforts herself in her smell, her heart and her body. He doesn't know yet, at the end of the sidewalk, he gives her the love that we don't give her in the evening. She looks at him sleeping, suddenly she despairs, how to explain to him where his father has gone? One day she will leave, she will take him away, she will close a suitcase, she can't wait for a good morning. She will escape the clutches of the Paris trip, she will have a house, a dog, a castle, a husband. She promised herself that all this would not last, a bad space that will go away, yes, she believes in miracles, she almost forgets that she has to return this night, between coffee and pharmacy. Her mother thinks she is engaged, like a dancer in a cabaret, but her scene is two square meters. It was the most beautiful when she was in the country, she gives him news, well-written lies, she looks good, but when she hangs up, it burns her to tell him to come and get her. But she knows they are there, the wolves watching her, she wouldn't want them to take her to her only wonder. We were getting out of the box, in a car, we were driving fast, of the smoke, of the music, meeting friends, we wanted to laugh, we didn't want to go home. And some had too much to drink, we didn't know where to go, when suddenly we saw her. Suddenly, we slowed down, when we passed, at the pharmacy, right next to the coffee. My God, how stupid we can be, when we are among friends. We lowered the window, we shouted. Bitch! Bitch! © transcript Emily Beynon