Yellow vest

Somebody arriving,

without a point,

without a plan.

I didn’t know that 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 rapidly,


always smiling.

Most of the time his complete hands lie flat on multiple keys.

He spoke some words,

which I didn’t understand.

Sometimes those were not even words he was speaking about,

they were tonal gestures left in a space of confusion.


A space full of pawns flying by,

crossing from north to south,

and east to west.


Nf6 2. c4 g6 3. Nc3 Bg7


Yellow has won this round.