Tag: colour

Gone Fishin’
Better be allies than rivals.
Well, why don’t you go ahead, then?
Just random noise as the system ground to a halt.
In an environment like that, even the most implausible lies can seem true.
The only way we can survive is if everyone trusts us.
Do you want to explain any of this to me?
Something’s happening here, and we don’t know what it is.
I’m not used to just sitting on my hands like this.
Would you like to spend some time alone?
The things that you see here, are things to be seen, and not spoken of.
You have no right to ask more of me.
Le bruit de la ville est très fort.
C’est la seule couleur.
Je trouve qu’elle me va bien.
Je ne sais pas si c’est tout le monde, je n’ai jamais demandé.
You’re crazy, what did you do that for?
They looked at him but they did not speak.
So it didn’t matter, I thought. It was silly to think about.
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!
We do not talk very much.
It was a world of absolutes. It held no intermediate shades, neither of sound nor of colour.
Will it have the anger to feed and to grow and to demand its needs?
Will it breathe when it is meant to breathe?
There is no time for mystery.
L’été revient et tous ses souvenirs.
Mais c’est une idée magnifique !
Malléable et entêtée.
Toi ? Comment es-tu ici ?
Vous êtes incroyable.
On peut être aussi attaché à des futilités qu’à autre chose.
Toujours aussi rosse.
He left right afterwards.
He wished, afterwards, that she had looked at him, appraised him.
The unpleasant part came when he woke up.
A haunting, beautiful dream.
He always had the same dream.
The river was redgold along the edges.
It’s the time of year.
What’s happened to you?
We might have been friends.
You’re all right.
Neither of them said anything.
Could I live here?
You’re drunk now.
The same song about lost loves and old hates.
He was gazing into a new and wonderful world.
Stay-up-all-night time and lie in bed half the next day.