Sous la lumière blanche
Je t’ai attendue sous la lumière blanche. Celle qui éclaire l’enseigne du linge de maison. Là, où tu m’as dit qu’un jour nous irions acheter le notre. Je n’y ai pas cru. Je ne te l’ai pas montré. Tu avais le droit de rêver. De me raconter tous ces projets que tu faisais. Pour nous, notre avenir. C’était bon de les entendre. Tu étais en paix. Je t’écoutais. Nous étions si bien. Cela me suffisait le matin. Quand, je venais te rejoindre, que nous marchions main dans la main. Je savais que tu pouvais pour un rien t’enflammer. Un caractère de feu. Pour un mot de trop. Pour une contradiction. A l’inverse de ta passion. Comme hier. Où j’ai eu le tort de te contredire. S’aimer, c’est aussi avoir le droit de tout dire. Sans se retenir. Je le pensais. Tu ne l’as pas accepté. Pourtant, il n’y avait rien de mauvais. Mais, pour toi, ce n’est pas comme ça que cela devait se passer. T’aimer. C’est te désirer. Au point de sacrifier ses idées pour t’honorer. Je ne l’ai pas fait. Je t’ai attendue sous la lumière blanche. Sachant que tu ne viendrais pas. Trop orgueilleuse. Je suis resté. Pour ne rien regretter. Le magasin s’est fermé. Laissant la lumière blanche m’inonder. Dans le reflet de la vitrine. J’y ai vu ma triste mine. Au-dessus, l’enseigne du linge de maison. Là, où tu pensais que nous aurions pu, un jour, acheter le notre. Je sais maintenant que tu y viendras avec un autre.
Lire la suiteUnder the white light.
I expected you under the white light. That which lights the ensign of the household linen. There, where you told me that one day we would buy ours. I did not believe there. I did not show myself it. You had the right to dream. To tell me all these projects which you made. For us, our future. They was good to hear them. You were in peace. I listened to you. We were so well. That was enough for me the morning. When, I came to join you, that we walk hand in the hand. I knew that you could for one nothing ignite you. A character of fire. For a word of too. For a contradiction. Contrary to your passion. As yesterday. Where I was the wrong to contradict you. To like, it is also to have the right all to say. Without retaining itself. I thought it. You did not accept it. However, there were nothing bad. But, for you, it is not as that which that was to occur. To love you. It is you to wish. At the point to sacrifice its ideas to honor you. I did not do it. I expected you under the white light. Knowing that you would not come. Too much proud. I remained. Nothing to regret. The store was closed. Letting the white light flood me. In the reflection of the window. I saw my sad mine there. Above, the ensign of the household linen. There, where you thought that we could, one day, to buy ours. I know now that you will come there with another.
Lire la suiteAt the end of the world
At the end of the world, there is a cold lake. It made cold there. The wind blows constantly. Without sun. Only a sky. Carrying clouds with the frozen tears. I came there to know. To tell you.To go to the extreme to impress you. I know. It is stupid. I wanted to walk on banks of this forgotten lake. To seek in the ices the reflection of our last years. To look at to remember us our desires. One speaks about it sometimes. With the faith of knowing to laugh at it. For better sweeping the wrinkles incipient from the lapse of memory. It is our world. Who flees with the end. Over there on banks of the frozen lake. There I came to walk. To catch up with these years which made us vibrate. To bring back to divide them, all to start again. At the end of the world. I brought back, for you and me, the force to believe in us for ever.
Lire la suiteAu bout du monde
Au bout du monde, il y a un lac gelé. Il y fait froid. Le vent souffle sans arrêt. Sans soleil. Seul un ciel. Portant des nuages aux larmes glacées. J’y suis venu pour savoir. Te raconter.Aller à l’extrême pour t’épater. Je sais. C’est stupide. Je voulais marcher sur les rives de ce lac oublié. Chercher dans les glaces le reflet de nos années passées. Les regarder pour nous souvenir de nos désirs. On en parle parfois. Avec la foi de savoir en rire. Pour mieux balayer les rides naissantes de l’oubli. C’est notre monde. Qui s’enfuit au bout. Là bas sur les rives du lac glacé. Je suis venu y marcher. Pour rattraper ces années qui nous faisaient vibrer. Les ramener pour se les partager, de nouveau tout recommencer. Au bout du monde. J’ai ramené, pour toi et moi, la force de croire pour toujours en nous.
Lire la suiteThe light
Go ahead, enters the light. Would not be timid. Do not redden to be yourself. Not very assured. If frightened. You are you. It is already so much of things. A smile, pretty blue eyes. Long hair. So many desires.You see. I see you. Go ahead between in the light. Tell me your words. Launch out! You have the right of it. They will be beautiful. They come from you. Fragile. Soft. Go ahead between in the light. It is there. It will not be burned. It will equip your silhouette. Will be your first conquest. That of this combat which you carry out against you. Then, go ahead between in the light. Until me. Break the chains of your timidity. Release yourself! Beyond you. Always curled up. To doubt. I do not have pity. Right this need to shout you. Enter the light.
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J'aime ce qui est gothique, ce qui est romantique, je vous présente mes textes et mes photos. I like what is gothic, what is romantic, I present my texts and photos Steffan Urell
