Gilet jaune [Yellow vest]
Somebody arriving, without a point,
without a plan.
I didn’t know...
You were still planning to come?
- But you invited me?
Yes, that’s true.
He took a lift, departing from the mountains, crossing the countryside and entering the streets of Paris.
He played rapid and fast, always smiling.
Most of the times his complete hands lying flat on multiple keys.
He spoke some words,
which I didn’t understood.
Sometimes those were not even words he was speaking about,
they were tonal gestures left in a space of confusion.
A space full with pawns flying by,
crossing from north
to south and east to west.
Nf6 2. c4 g6 3. Nc3 Bg7
yellow has won this round.