lundi, novembre 20, 2006


I don't even know her face, I only know her left shoulder when she's doing her homework. She's the elder daughter of the baker. The other daughter is younger, she wears glasses; she's really fat and she's always sneaking around in her parents bakery. Not the elder one, who's serious sexy. It must be really hard to not become fat when you're living in a patisserie world. Vivre parmi les gateaux rend gros. (I'm waiting for an english translation with rhyme).