Tag: France

Ce que je veux c’est ça, écrire.
Tout est là et rien n’est encore joué.
Je sais que le problème est ailleurs.
Je sais quelque chose.
J’ai déjà l’habitude qu’on me regarde.
C’est ma volonté.
Je trouve qu’elle me va bien.
Qui aurait pu penser à ça ?
C’est la traversée du fleuve.
L’histoire de ma vie n’existe pas.
Je ne sais pas si c’est tout le monde, je n’ai jamais demandé.
Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard.
I’m not one to judge.
We’d moved up a notch in the world.
Gone Fishin’
I was flattered, and startled.
I tried to write that tale down once, and found I could remember only fragments.
I think I’ll stay home and tend my roses.
A place you get lost in.
It did not puzzle me too much.
I set right off. I was curious. You know how it is.
I didn’t know if anyone lived there. I never asked.
The wind had fallen. There was no sound at all.
He was outside, out in the cold, insignificant. He could not do anything.
The guest, a travelling priest, was talking about his travels.
He listened for the women’s voices in the room overhead.
For what else should move a man, these days?
There are no hiding places left.
Only by walking down a path could one achieve one’s absence?
The world is a big place.
She had learned to let the world come round to her.
Time moved on, overcoming many things it met on the way.
I recognize a familiar scene.
It has all happened a hundred times in my mind.
I only feel that all this has happened before — and it has.
Your mind and your heart reject it.
Now, where are we bound?
So it didn’t matter, I thought. It was silly to think about.
I had watched her birth and watched her growth.
I’d be interested in that, but nothing else.
I had learned a craft and had worked hard learning it.
There was nothing extraordinary in this.
But of course I could not close my eyes, nor my mind, nor my memory.
The voice had a few other things to say.
All the characters in my dreams have quiet voices.
Mine are not enigmatic dreams.
Well, it’s very sad, but you can’t do anything about it.
Imagine not knowing where you came from!
It was a good time to leave.
I spend so much time alone that silence has become a habit.