Gentilly,
on the edge of the ring road
from hygiene to culture
the public baths (washhouse and drying room)
are looking for an electric, luminous future.
Porte de Gentilly, at the crossroads of the residents’ stories, life.
The movement of the city, the fate of its residents,
the world a world.
The public baths, a little hint of music
The washhouse, words in the air
The drying room, as if nothing
all that to listen to the heart of the neighbours
15, whom I met by following the thread of conversation
they wash their hands,
they play shadow puppets,
these anonymous living souls entrust you with a little of us.
