Fenêtre[s] 16

Fenêtre I "série rouge", 26 décembre 2005
Acrylique sur papier
50 x 70 cm

The Beauty and the Sheriff...

At the beginning, she thought it was a game.

She was laughing. Her little brother too. He was playing as a cowboy with the other kids in the street and he was the one who always played as the sheriff in view of the fact that he had the badge.

Her, with this little yellow stain (like a brooch) sewed on her grey schoolgirl blouse and her long black and curled hair falling on her shoulders, she seemed a thousand times more beautiful than ever.

I loved her. I have always loved her. I never told her. She was too beautiful. She would have laughed at my face. Maybe...

Since that day, everything changed for her and around them, her little brother and her parents. Almost like if they all were sick in her family and the illness was contagious. It is also true that she was becoming more and more beautiful and, like my grandfather says, “beauty arouses jealousy.” But oh well, this is my grandfather.

One night, the soldiers came to take them. Every sheriff and every beauty around here. They left towards the train station, for a trip without luggage. And the time stopped talking.

I understood. Later. Even later. The star. The stars. In the sky. It is shining. They are shining and then nothing, all blown out, all lighted off, the beauty and the sheriff. The stars.

They were six millions in a piece of sky, which stopped to exist...

At the beginning, she thought it was a game...

© translation : Pauline SALAFIA

Ses baisers ont un goût...

Ses baisers ont un goût particulier
Un goût d’herbe et d’usine
Un goût de ciel à peine terminé

Ses baisers ont un goût particulier
Un goût de je ne sais quoi
Qui bat de l’aile dans l’eau froide

Ses baisers ont un goût particulier
Un goût de tout un goût de rien
Un goût de peau d’oiseau de pain

Ses baisers ont un goût particulier
Un goût de porte-jarretelles
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