Distant noise. Voices came in from outside. Uncertain. The day of farewell. Breakfast, coffee, black and steaming. Be together once again. Time passed. A short walk to La Touques Hippdrome. Moments left behind. Then go to the station. He took her hand. A final kiss. They looked at each other one last time. The platform was empty, just like his head. He looked distantly and didn’t know if happened what happened. The Tristesse remained in competition with lascivity. Everything flows.