Tag: France

What about it?
You remember I told you about the nuclear reactor here?
I feel like someone is about to pull a prank on me.
Are you two going to be okay while I’m gone?
Are we hanging out with polar bears?
You can do whatever you want with it.
I thought you liked reading books.
So you’re looking for something else now?
So you think we can improve?
Gone Fishin’
Unambitious and sociable, he had chosen to live in town and practice the law.
He stood looking out over the lake, his long face serene.
They were not supposed to talk, so they talked.
He understood that there had been a Revolution.
The work filled his time but not his mind.
The years there were marked by drought or great rain, vintage, weather, harvest, rather than by the events of history.
Summers were long and hot, and thunderstorms roamed growling among the mountains.
It was a dramatic but not a harsh climate.
The magic of names still held minds enchanted.
He stayed out alone, and did not know what to do.
“It must be, it must be,” he repeated with conviction, joy, and fear.
Of the city he knew nothing.
Was it possible that a new life was going to begin?
I’ve got to think. I’ve got to eat something. Come on.
How did they know it was me?
Please control yourself and listen.
You have no right to ask more of me.
Do you want to break my heart?
What curious ways people have of passing their time, to be sure.
Gone Fishin’
La mer, l’immensité qui se regroupe, s’éloigne, revient.
Les ombres sont régulièrement striées par les raies des persiennes.
Ces foules sont toujours énormes.
Le bruit de la ville est très fort.
Il ne sourit pas tout d’abord.
C’est visible, il est intimidé.
Je ne sais pas qui avait pris la photo du désespoir.
Il n’y avait plus rien à retrouver.
Dès le premier regard on l’a compris.
C’est fini, je ne me souviens plus.
Pour les souvenirs aussi c’est trop tard.
Et puis un jour il n’y en a plus.
Tout a grandi autour de nous.
Je n’ai jamais rien fait qu’attendre devant la porte fermée.
Je n’ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n’ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer.
Autour d’elle c’est les déserts.
Elle me regarde avec sympathie.
Je serai la première à partir.
De temps en temps, par rafales légères, des bruits de voix.
C’est la seule couleur.