Tag: urban

By thinking of things you could understand them.
On respirait à peine dans la chaleur de pierre qui montait du sol.
They know each other like you know your neighbor across the street.
Don’t you think they’ll draw attention?
She knows what she’ll find there.
He didn’t pay any attention.
So, what am I supposed to be seeing, and why is it so important that I see it?
I think you’d be surprised just how far ahead some things are planned.
What’s your reading of the situation? How serious would you say it is?
I doubt that will fool anyone.
There was life, and no more.
I must say again, nonsense, nonsense!
Will you wait for us a little, outside the door?
You can do whatever you want with it.
Dès le premier regard on l’a compris.
De temps en temps, par rafales légères, des bruits de voix.
I set right off. I was curious. You know how it is.
I didn’t know if anyone lived there. I never asked.
For what else should move a man, these days?
Let there be music.
This, he continued to say, this of all places is no place for us!
If only there were someone to trust — someone I know.
I think. I scribble notes.
A place of good omen, a place of beginning things.
All things to remember; some dark, some light.
Little things, foolish things that come to me without reason and fade again.
The birds sing, but they have no song that I can hear.
Everything else goes on as it always has.
She did not move, and he did not.
He was thinking many things.
Ahead of me lies a land that is unknown to the rest of the world.
La nuque un peu endolorie par mes excès.
Tu as des drôles d’idées.
Vous êtes incroyable.
Je fermai les yeux, le soleil m’engourdissait.
Je passai une heure à faire des hypothèses.
Je ne trouvai rien à répondre.
C’était à la fois excitant et fatigant.
Le beau nom grave de tristesse
Too hot.
He left right afterwards.
Is it that they speak in unknown tongues?
She kept listening to the silence.
What would the street do to her?
It was always colder on this street than anywhere else, she thought irritably.
The street is nice in this light, she thought.
He must find a way out before it was too late.
These nothings are nothing.
You can opt out of the system. You can live in your own way.
Sometimes where you are is enough.