religious knives
the sun
2008
(française version)
Elle est retrouvée. Quoi ?
L'obscurité.
Printemps, Pluie. Vent qui l'a pourchassée. La repousse dans les terres. L'éther. Ciel bleu en fin. Soleil aussi. Plein soleil même et le chasseur, sur la route, est sur ses traces, repérant, d'assez loin, les portes et leurs imitations farcies d'orgue poursuivant l'orage. Humidité. Chaleur. Soleil. Personne ne sort. Tout le monde dort. Seul, un iguane. Sur la place dorée, glisse. Les rues et leurs pavés lui appartiennent, lui chante le Choeur, spectre invisible - personne ne sort - qu'il perçoit dans son dos, voix féminines de cristal fêlé. Sans chapelle d'amour, ni castagnettes. "The world is sweet, it's at his feet...", ville haute. Il est midi.
(englikhtonian version)
It is found. What?
Obscurity.
Spring. Rain. Wind that chased. Push it back in lands. Ether. Blue sky at the end. Sun too. Full sun and the hunter is on its traces, identifying doors, far enough, in their hammondo-farfised simulations of organ pursuing the storm on the roads. Humidity. Warmth. Sun. Nobody goes out. Everybody sleeps. Alone, the iguana slips on the silent golden place. Streets and their cobblestones belong to him sings the Chorus, invisible ghost - nobody goes out - that on his back he detects, female voices of cracked crystal. Without chapel of love, nor castanets. " The world is sweet, it' s at his feet...", uptown. Noontime.
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