Carousel - Watts John

The alcohol had made him sweat.

He had trouble in lighting his cigarette.

He'd spilt his drink so his cuff was wet when she moved on to the floor.

CAROUSEL.... vermilion nails and a painted face.

So young and full of experience.

He felt alone till he heard her sing, then it made him want to

cry - CAROUSEL....



Never in his life had he felt so warm as when she came up to his

table and touched his chin. He closed his eyes....it almost broke his hearf.

He was lying in those sensual arms, when a waiter spotted his

sleeping form.

He shook his dreams, he awoke in pain and was thrown out in the road.

CAROUSEL.



Never in his life had he felt so cold as when he bounced

into the neon outside.

He closed his eyes....it almost broke his heart. CAROUSEL

L'alcool l'avait fait transpirer.

Il a eu du mal à allumer sa cigarette.

Il avait renversé sa boisson alors son brassard était mouillé quand elle est passée au sol.

CAROUSEL .... clous vermillon et un visage peint.

Si jeune et plein d'expérience.

Il se sentit seul jusqu'à ce qu'il l'entende chanter, puis cela lui donna envie de

pleurer - CAROUSEL ....



Jamais de sa vie il ne s'était senti aussi chaud que lorsqu'elle est venue à son

table et touché son menton. Il ferma les yeux ... ça lui brisa presque le c?ur.

Il était allongé dans ces bras sensuels, quand un serveur a repéré son

forme de sommeil.

Il a secoué ses rêves, il s'est réveillé de douleur et a été jeté sur la route.

CARROUSEL.



Jamais de sa vie il ne s'était senti aussi froid que quand il a rebondi

dans le néon à l'extérieur.

Il ferma les yeux ... ça lui brisa presque le c?ur. CARROUSEL