Hair that's pulled back and fastened Poem by Véronique Pittolo

Hair that's pulled back and fastened with a slide makes it impossible to thrive, for those adolescent girls who age while they're still children. Nothing makes a dent in their big hair, their longing for the dance, to take a spin out to the horizon. If the horizon comes too close, the vision fades, a cigarette and it explodes. A Suze, a motorway café, another cigarette, another glass.

Now she's got on the girl has no wish to get off. Not much free time, she still retains her juke-box dreams in an age when techno-prostheses aren't around.