photo: Monarbier, he was taunting me, I am sure
we had style
and believe me, we did not know it,
so we put on a show for
the astonished spectators
we were about to take off slowly
in a few moments
we would dazzle them,
they would watch us, envious,
their arms hanging by their sides.
photo : Monarbier, il me narguait, j’en suis sûre
on avait de l’allure
et croyez-moi, on ne le savait,
et on en remettait devant
les spectateurs médusés
on allait prendre son envol
lentement dans quelques instants
on lui en mettrait plein la vue
ils nous regarderaient, jaloux, les bras ballants.
photo: a castle that has seen better days, Manorbier, Wales, Great Britain
We would rewrite our history
by going back in time in every way
clinging to the winds floating in our dreams
for a very long time
we would crush the enemy of light
or so we thought
but we would refuse to see
the very ruins of our own little house of cards
photo : château qui a vu de meilleurs jours, Manorbier, Pays de Galles, Grande-Bretagne
On récrirait notre histoire
en remontant le temps
de toutes les manières
en s’accrochant aux vents
flottant dans nos rêves
et durerait longtemps
on écrabouillerait l’ennemi de la lumière
du moins on le croyait
mais on refuserait
de voir nos propres ruines
notre châtelet de cartes humides
Photo: Some ends of the days seem to sum it all up: the waiting, the hope, the regrets, the missed gestures, the beauty and the sadness, the shadow and the light. Walk on the beach near Manorbier Castle, near Tenby
You only have to look at it to understand it all, the drama of the day, from sunrise to moonrise, life is summed up in the colours of the sky, one passes without noticing or stops breathlessly: there is air, there is water, there is light, there are shadows, there is gold and there is blue.
