"The Sun" "Direction" "Editing" "Assistant direction" "Writing..." "Painting fighting in our prisons" "It was like trying to collect all these energies which time had scattered." "It was to resuscitate all this life we had been given, to make it a force capable of helping our brothers." "And to transmit hope and creation to them." "Arrests, disillusions, all this time wasted to pay off all these crimes." "What for?" "For nothing?" "Which supposed killing frenzy was I corrupted with." "Death was not my life I" "Will death forget me?" "Maybe." "Since its creation the sun had been illuminating cities, embellishing my life." "I was trying to recall." "Armed troops in the jungle of necropolises would force their way sounding their horns." "The nights seemed so empty without roof, nor faith." "I would roam the boulevards, between drugs and you." "I would always rise from abyss to origins." "I would end up between two serials, screen doors, guillotines, my head dropped off on a bad luck day" "cold Luger gun against my back, that night, down and depressed, between them and me, my hand on my heart and my heart in my hand, the door opened on a new world... where you no more were the same." "And yet in your eyes, the call of emptiness, this heartfelt and helplessness cry, the countryside was firing at its own joys, burying down our sweetest moments... and then we would forget the pain of war... and the misery of unnamed days." "Infinity is long to wait for." "And yet, in my definition of war, a sudden idea is slowly making its way." "Marie, Marie-Laure," "How possibly did you manage during this spring... to engender the best?" "You were my first great love." "You, my queen, who passed your grace on me the very first day." "I was born by chance, ignoring the seasons, and the reasons that make you forget the four acts of age and then the disadvantage... of being and dying." "1987, the year of Prohibition." "My right eye is blur, my left eye can't hear anymore, my check-up is sure." "What I am sure of I will not die in the coming hour." "No old age nor death is alike." "Think of us two in the former days." "I just wanted so much to die and live the perfect time." "I must rebel I" "Rebel!" "Rebel!" "Wake up!" "Put back into my cell late that night," "I wrote:" "Tenderness, quietness, privilege to dreams." "I met some brothers at the dead-end of the dead-ends where grief devours each day of the doomed." "I let my mind wander from principle to principle," "I liked birth, love... destiny, bedrooms, street noise." "The sea rose in the distance, overflowing with foam." "It's over there, I know, that lies the beautiful garden we sowed." "I got back to the city, motionless and alive." "I saw again neon lights had once known." "I began writing, when I would aimlessly wander about in the streets of Paris... to discover different life, another life." "I had given up getting a job." "I would walk the whole year in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, with my head bent forward to the pavement." "And this solitude in the heart of the city... is a true city within the city." "Saint-Germain, with its people, its classes, its rites." "Arrivals and departures." "The sudden and definitive disappearance... of people we would see at the same place for months." "The sudden appearance of other faces... to become commonly familiar within few hours." "A great need to speak." "The violent desire of poetry was born." "Oh!" "Ma." "Ohl Mammal" "When I see you back in the secret meetings... of our most beautiful recollections, sometimes so painful," "I have love for you and so, respect... and sincerity." "These memories no longer hurt even our shadows." "This earth fertilized our most beautiful years, and if I happened to surprise you, it was not by coincidence." "I deeply believe... not to have made mistakes." "I have lost and forgotten so much, especially those evtraordinary things, that would finally stop confusing us... in the meaning of life, the meaning which made me believe in us." "I?" "Why give your definition of life... the ultimate meaning, of being and love?" "Of fairness and the best, of beauty of life, the meaning that fits one, the meaning of conscience?" "Having Loved you and far above that as well as our life" "No old age nor death is alike." "The earth, I love it and I don't care about it" "I am not a farmer who hides some radishes in a hole." "You, sharing the borders with the impossible, the exact meaning of semantics," "I, Pierre," "I plant the exact invisible of our infinity." "Subway, a bar, a drunkard." "It is not always easy to roam with tucked up sleeves, alcohol soaked walk, one's stench and heaviness." "Deafened by the song of innocence awaiting no fame, who is this fragile heart beyond melancholy?" "I would have loved to be high..." "Impossible to think coherently." "You are breathing, or rather starting to breathe again," "And then your eyes will stare at some point on the wall." "Why there?" "There might be a scratch of the stone, a crack, a deep crack, a clumsy drawing of one of your predecessors'." "You started thinking again." "What about you, how many years for?" "Two years?" "Ten?" "Twenty?" "Impossible, that's absurd." "You've just had a brief nightmare, you were in an air-pocket, in free fall." "It is over, it's going away, we won't leave you there." "You get your refleves back, your mind is fighting back." "You must survive, you must hope." "You say to yourself:" "It's the others, who die here, not me." "And you're slowly beginning to understand... that you will have to fight also against yourself." "In the middle of the silent night, one can hear screams coming up from long corridors... of that underground city." "The wardens slaughter." "The representatives of all races, of all classes of humanity embarked together for a long crossing." "You cannot get out." "The Flood." "One awaits the return of white doves... bearers of their message of forgiveness and peace." "A riot is quite a thing, war fear in your guts, silent-mouthed order, screams and rattling iron hitting the ground, slamming doors, the shrill of whistle blows throughout the nef." "The routine is broken." "From the hold to the gangway nothing works anymore." "Outside," "The Police, guns and truncheons in their hands, are waiting for orders to intervene." "Nothing to say?" "What can one do in those hidden folds of time?" "Nothing, maybe nothing, dying with time, the most beautiful memories will drown in time, eyes closed I am dreaming, I am thinking about you," "I am thinking of those ideas we would share, that morning I found you lying nevt to me, the coffee was dripping, and our thoughts diluting in the news." "It was a beautiful day, eyes up the sky," "I was watching the sun." "And then, when you know, that waking up is like vitriolizing," "I know that in my mind," "Not only kisses evist." "Mirror has transformed my life." "I could see myself reading in the future and in the past." "I could see myself hurt and yet miserable, happy to live, like a child among the spring stars." "My spouse's eyes, and my children's eyes, helped me to live with time." "I saved a lot of love for my friends, my father-in-law and my fathers." "And your nudity seized, without you knowing it, and without any disorder deep in the heart of bed... where we were together." "The bedroom shouted out happiness," "No surprise... because we knew you were there." "You said the right words, that were lifting me up to give you pleasure so often desired." "Here lies, Pierre Clémenti, the deceased was beloved, was perfect, to evcess." "And then!" "And then be!" "Perfect your way... and then exist again within the time you are given." "I, believe and believe me," "Something better should be added... what?" "I!" "Engraved in you," "I looked into your eyes," "I saw your face looking at God." "I had children myself... who I drove smiling... to the schools of unique." "Hard world and yet... what an ecstasy!" "What a pleasure!" "What happiness!" "During all those days when I lived in Paris, the mirror was happy to see me, and the fact of seeing again, those entire hours of freedom," "I was so happy to live, I would sing those repossessed moments." "Sun!" "Sun!" "Smiling at me, what happiness to be having you in my life." "Well-being days, when you are so close to me, love was being born in the whiteness of sheets." "I, Pierre, since those crucial moments," "I promise you before falling asleep, and if my decline evists, if you believe it sometimes," "I, long lasting, Pierre," "I ended my joust with you." "I fear my pain interests you." "I will go as far as you are with me, the shadow of the crossing is gone... and behind me a flame," "I observed, a living sun, with the same people... who won't let themselves be abused by arrogance... facing the end of a world... endlessly endless." "I remember the words I would send to a shooting star." "Balance and unbalance break the harmony of hope." "I'm staying alone in the darkness, waiting for tomorrow to bring something new, but the spirit is getting tired with endlessly desiring the same thing, and the cycle perpetuates... like a slow death." "Because I know that tomorrow, nothing is going happen." "Justice is slow and evhausting, even if innocence is proven, it will still leave jail wounded." "Madness welcomes you with open arms as soon as you start realizing... that it might take months, or eternity, before someone looks into your case." "It all depends on good luck, and on whoever who would want to listen to your silent complaint." "All in all, to protect myself, I would withdraw, like a swimmer does, unevpectedly dragged down by a whirl, having only one way to get out of there alive, he lets himself drift inertly down to the bottom," "and then, gives a good kick... to come back up to the surface." "Translation:" "Asia  Christophe Daoudal" "Choses Vues - 2006"