“If things were always what they seemed, how impoverished would be the imagination of man!”
Lawrence Durrell, Balthazar.
Debout face à moi, Miguel, les bras croisés, porte son regard au-delà de moi. Que fixe-t-il ? Voudrait-on lui voler son droit au bonheur? Je lis la lettre tandis que Miguel ne détache pas son regard du rideau fleuri, derrière moi.
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« Dans la rumeur de la rue parisienne, j’entends ta voix comme si tu étais près de moi. Tremper les doigts dans l’eau froide de la Seine, c’était frôler tes cheveux. Tu me parles tout bas. Combien de temps a passé ? J’aperçois un bateau éclairé qui descend le fleuve. Je t’ai toujours aimée, car j’ai toujours su que t’aimer était pour moi un besoin. Jamais mon amour n’a altéré la magie de ton être. Tout au début, je t’ai gardée telle que tu étais, contemplée de loin, de crainte de parcourir seul, par delà le temps, le chemin frayé par toi dans mon âme. Plus tard… Je te voyais encore tripoter une marionnette dans ce magasin… Rue de Vaugirard. En ce temps, tes paroles n’arrivaient pas jusqu’à moi. Mais je me sentais attiré vers toi par un fil invisible et, une fois entré dans le jeu, ma raison chavirait : étais-je la marionnette animée par ta main ou bien la main caressant le chaud velours de ta robe ? … Les bateaux remontent et redescendent la Seine…Jacques.»
@short-prose-fiction
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Beautiful writing.
Thank you very much!
Oooh French! Je suis desole, je na parle pas francais. 😢
Haha! I am sure your soul can read all languages 🙂
Je n’y crois pas.
J’ai besoin de t’aimer.
Gorgeous, Gab.
Thank you Bojana. I am thrilled you think so.
Your imagery and imagination are both tantalisingly intriguing……
Thank you so much, Ivor. Your comment means a lot to me.
Always my pleasure
Always touched by your kindness, Ivor.
That’s very nice of you to say so 💛🤗
It’s true 🙂
This is one of those times I am so happy for technology and in love with whoever invented google translate. Honestly, I used to dream of something like that…
So, courtesy of google translate I can say that this is utterly, totally, through and through beautiful and romantic. In English the language and metaphors are soft and lush, if I could read it in French I think I would nearly faint…. certainly, I sigh….
I did not know you could write in French, you never cease to amaze me with your talent. Still sighing.
Xoxo
It’s night in your part of the world my dearest, R. I hope you are sleeping on a bed of scented flowers.
Thank you for making the effort to translate. It means the world to me.
Ay.. and thank you for your beautiful comment. Your comments are as beautiful as you are.
May you wake up in a world of magic. May love and magic always be with you.
xoxo
This was a magical message to wake up to, it will shape my day. Xoxo
I hope so. I just saw your poem. I am a bit disturbed.
Oh no!!! Please don’t be disturbed!!!
I am R. But that’s a talk for another time.
Will you please enjoy your day, sweetheart?
I promise, I will. I am having a coffee in the sunshine. Promise me the same xoxo
I do 🌕🌺💝
Oh, dear G! What a lovely language! Of course, I have to translate it in Google and it’s so romantic. 😍💖
Thank you so much for your lovely comment and for taking the time to translate. You are a gem, Winnie. I am touched by your talent and your goodness,
May you have a beautiful evening.
Love & Hugs
My pleasure, dear G! I’m glad I have my laptop with me or I won’t be able to understand what you posted. Have a wonderful day, dear G! Love and hugs too. 😊💖
Love and hugs to you, sweetheart.
xoxo
Je n’y crois pas.
pourquoi pas?
That one was for Watt. He’s too modest. Let me try again.
Can’t wait to read his reply 🙂
Through the looking glass…Alice! So true, thank you for sharing 🙃.
Is this comment for me? because if it is I love it 🙂
Absolutely :)!
Thank you so much 💝🌸💕🙏
You are so very welcome! I love what your post inspired in my thoughts! Thank you too!
Always my dear.