Tag: stone

Je t’avoue que je me sens perdu.
Ce courage-là, qu’est-il devenu ?
Among the ruins, one wall stood alone.
C’est à ce moment-là que tu as cessé de parler.
Cette gentillesse un peut absente était sa défense contre tout.
Nous sommes poussés en avant, c’est vrai.
Je n’ai pas eu envie d’aller plus loin pour le moment.
Mais c’était tellement… extraordinaire.
Les vivants d’abord, les ombres ensuite.
Le sujet qui y figure y arbore une expression peu amène, presque renfrognée.
Everywhere I go seems to bring forth the memory of somewhere else.
Where were you, they ask.
And I already had a new terrible plan.
I didn’t have time for this.
It felt familiar in a good way.
I don’t want to not see you again.
So we were waiting to see who showed up first.
Do you have a name? You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, but what should we call you?
Well, this was going to be tricky.
I’m not even surprised anymore.
And I had just thought of something that I should have noticed earlier.
The lights fluctuated again, in what I could tell was a really sarcastic way.
Why the hell does everything have to happen at once?
Couldn’t anything be simple, just for once?
That was going to be a problem.
How did you know where I was?
I’d had all the emotions I could handle right now.
I wasn’t sulking or hiding.
The silence was still weirdly unnerving.
I knew I had been lucky up to this point.
Anybody’s guess what’s happening over on the other side.
There is no way out. Lie and wait, lie still and be quiet.
I fear many things: dogs, horses, firearms, the sea, thunderstorms, machinery, the country roads at night.
His mind emptied of theory and courage, lapsed back into a listless peace.
I see, however, two ways out.
A draught is said to be a help in these matters.
We have the liberal arts and we have the useful arts.
He halted suddenly and heard his heart in the silence.
He returned to his wanderings.
Now, then! There’s a memory for you!
It will calm my heart. My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.
It was lovely to be tired.
He still tried to think what was the right answer.
Et c’était comme quatre coups brefs que je frappais sur la porte du malheur.
J’ai compris que j’avais détruit l’équilibre du jour.
C’est alors que tout a vacillé.
Gone Fishin’
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.
Ce n’est pas de ma faute.