Tag: sea

One day you’ll realize that I was right all along.
Gone Fishin’
There are monsters out there. I’ve seen them.
Eventually it will just be us and the French.
Would you like to spend some time alone?
“What a time to be alive,” he said.
We don’t know what may happen.
Here they come, fast, fierce, and furious!
A place you get lost in.
The wind had fallen. There was no sound at all.
Only by walking down a path could one achieve one’s absence?
She had learned to let the world come round to her.
It is only that I have the power to make truths of my beliefs.
Let there be music.
It makes you feel bigger than you are.
There was no sound and no wind.
There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same.
L’attendrissement est un sentiment agréable.
Je décidai de passer la matinée ainsi, sans bouger.
Nous avions le soleil et la mer, le rire et l’amour.
Au fond de la mer, au fond du temps, au fond du plaisir…
Malléable et entêtée.
À ce moment-là, le décor, le temps disparurent.
Un sentiment de supériorité, d’orgueil, m’envahissait.
Cela changeait toute notre vie.
Le bonheur m’a toujours semblé une ratification, une réussite.
Quelqu’un m’avait-il jamais manqué ?
Il y a la tendresse constante, la douceur, le manque…
Je ne mets pas de nom à ces souvenirs.
Je me refusai énergiquement à participer à l’expédition.
Gone Fishin’
It didn’t make sense.
Gone Fishin’
I thought I was talking to myself.
I would conquer the world.
I made up my mind then that someday I would conquer the world – don’t ask me what world.
I knew that was you before I looked.
He had moved closer to her.
I don’t know what to do, she thought.
People stopped and stared and wondered at the sight.
Nobody had ever known what he meant by it.
Don’t let it go. Keep it there. All right so far.
Hold everything still inside of you.
There were a few stars still in the sky.
Making you jump, startled, because it didn’t belong there.
Right now she couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t even see straight.
She could still hear that floating, drifting tune.
There was the ebb and flow of talk and laughter.
This was real. The other was a bad dream.
It was a mysterious place and yet somehow friendly.