Les fabuleux destins de Mademoiselle A.

Il y a de ces mots qui ne se disent pas mais qui allument des flammes dans nos yeux auparavant vitreux. Regarde le miroir de mon âme à travers mes iris et tu comprendras qu’aucun mot n’aura le pouvoir de ma pensée. Ces paroles ne sont que le reflet ou même la pointe d’un iceberg d’émotions qui fond, en toute sérénité. Regarde mon âme, celle qui s’abandonne à toi, elle contient les secrets que tu voudrais tant comprendre.

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I was smilling and laughing of such a great evening when I made my way towards the steps leading to my appartement. Reaching for my keys in my hand bag, a sudden realization made me instantly stop laughing. Slowly, my smile faded away. I inserted the key into the handle lock and push gently the door. With my eyes closed, I entered in the house and smelled your presence. It smelled you, it smelled us. I opened my eyes and saw that you were not in the living room. I glanced at your empty beer bottle there on the table and, with a growing smile, I grabbed it as well as your non-finished instant too sugary coffee cup. I was heading to the kitchen. Deposing everything on the counter, my smile fade away again and I ran into my bedroom to find another trace of you. A pile of your clothes were lying on the bed, perfectly folded. I touched the first one and put it to my nose. Oh it smelled you, it was so good to feel you that my eyes were filled with tears. I took the pile of clothes and I put them in the fourth drawer, where some of your other stuff is already. I closed the drawer and sat on the bed to breath deeply. I’m now lying in the bed feeling you’ll come any minute. But you are not. You left today.

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Dans tes yeux de terre, ce matin, la rivière a déversé son torrent.

Je me suis accrochée aux branches qui lacéraient mon visage pour ne pas me laisser entraîner par ton courant.

J’ai trouvé une force en moi qui n’a pas d’égal mais qui, je sais, me dévastera quand je reprendrai conscience de l’autre côté de ta berge.

Rame, la chute est loin et peut-être même que ta rivière rattrapera l’océan pour contourner les rapides.

Je t’attendrai sur mon île, celle que je n’ai jamais quittée. J’en suis déjà fébrile.

Pars, demain, c’est moi qui te déserte.

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