Tag: France

De toute façon, on est toujours un peu fautif.
J’étais un peu perdu entre le ciel bleu et blanc et la monotonie de ces couleurs.
Le soir, dans ce pays, devait être comme une trêve mélancolique.
Le soleil était monté un peu plus dans le ciel : il commençait à chauffer mes pieds.
Je respirais l’odeur de la terre fraîche et je n’avais plus sommeil.
À présent c’était le silence de tous ces gens qui m’était pénible.
Je crois que j’ai somnolé un peu.
J’ai fait le chemin à pied.
Ce n’est pas de ma faute.
Cela ne veut rien dire. C’était peut-être hier.
Gone Fishin’
This is what was always meant to happen.
Where did you live before traveling here?
They sit in silence for a moment.
One day you’ll realize that I was right all along.
What story could travel so many leagues unaltered?
She can dream as much as she wants.
Can you unsee what you dream of?
The vulnerability of it all—perfect and disastrous.
I suppose you do not care to know how it all started?
The memories feel better than the reality.
Don’t open it before it’s time.
She hadn’t needed anyone to tell her what to do.
Let’s go, the road is clear.
Of course, you’d want to keep all the dangers together.
The world started to feel far again.
Now are you going to tell me what is happening?
You’re not the only one who can be mysterious.
She wanted only the present, which was all she could trust.
She tries to focus on what she knows.
She had been wandering for an hour, maybe two.
Did you really think I would tell?
It was only a matter of time before you got caught.
She never knew her eyes could see this far.
But at least you had a choice to make.
Don’t be silly. Not everything is about you.
She has been on her own too long to travel alone.
They leave the city, return to hamlets, fields, and forests.
It all feels so far now. Don’t you think?
It said something about human mistakes, unreasonable hopes, and tiny gestures that speak loudly.
They know each other like you know your neighbor across the street.
There is nothing to feel sorry about now. She is leaving too.
Don’t you think they’ll draw attention?
I was taking some fresh air.
Gone Fishin’
Well, why don’t you go ahead, then?
She needs to bid her farewells.
Her index finger rests under a delicate flower, purple and yellow.
Aren’t you the one deciding?
She knows what she’ll find there.