Time is the Killer // Le Temps est le Meurtier - Paris - 12/04/08C'est à propos du temps qui passe.
De Gaétan qui a bientôt 9 mois.
De la couleur des photos qui passe.
De ce doigt qu'il grignotte pour appaiser ses gencives.
C'est à propos du temps qui passe.
De ma grand-mère, morte depuis 3 ans.
De la couleur des souvenirs qui passe.
De ce doigt qu'elle grignottait pour appaiser ses gencives.
C'est à propos du temps qui passe, et de moi, au milieu.
5 commentaires:
The baby is so cute.
But...
You were in Paris again and didn't call me? Now I'm sad. Seriously.
-naomi
Thanks for your comment !
Ooooooh...
Don't be sad !
Too much to do this time.
I'm back next time on the 21th of May ! Will you be there ?
Yeah, I'll be here. I booked my flight home on July 1. I reapplied to my program, but I won't know if I've been accepted until the end of this month or early May. If I'm accepted, I will be back in September. If I'm not accepted for some reason, I will likely throw myself into the Seine.
You've been back here like 3 or + times, so yeah I'm still sad. But, maybe if you meet me in May I will be less sad. Until then.... :(
--naomi
I always thought, though i can understand it's stronger than us, that it was a sad waste of time, those kind of complaining about what is lost. For it prevents us from using that mourning time for what is really there. Like another still alive grand-mother...
It's not about what was lost. It's about life and death.
Plus it's not a waste of time, since it made you connect with me...
Another still living brother...
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