Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 37
take a shower and then we have to speak He looked like on ecstasy walking on a cushion of marshmallow that made the floor mellow. He was dripping sweat, and no more words at all. I could listen to him singing in the shower, silence, singing, silence, and singing. The water went to an halt, the noise went silent. Like water turning to vapors, she lost her attention to it, and went back to sleep. After a few minutes, back in the room, he opened the window. She woke up. It is freaking raining, are you crazy? I believe I am in a sauna right here, just 5 minutes, please Gosh, you are unbelievable, come here He went to dress up, first the socks, stopped halfway in his move. Come here, for freak sake All right, coming. He lied next to her, he was shaking like a nervous teapot on a verge of sustaining a critical pressure. Nothing Less, Nothing More *** Gosh Justin, wake up 11 AM, he lied there for 2 hours and didnt witness any moves. Nobody next to him. His flatmate came here to tell him there was a drift of cold air reaching the living room and he would appreciate very much if he could close the window. He closed it, and went to the living room with a warm cup of youve guessed it, was this the third thing he did, the fourth, the fifth? So many questions, so few answers, better not lose the time to keep counting. That is the spirit of this novel. Oh freak, I forgot it. Apologies, the author is going back to his silence. So in the living room, what was there? Living entities obviously. His flatmate was sipping in his cup of tea while the other one was watching TV. She was deeply attracted by it as no answer to his initial hello came out. Mate, Ive got to go to IKEA, mind joining? For what? Cannot they do deliveries For a time off, Justin, you need to go out and think of something else Henri, because you know what I am thinking Your feelings are transparent, I know you since 2 years, and Ive never seen you woke up at 7.00 to go for a run, come back speechless and dreamy Spot on, my car, your car? Whatever On that, Justin went outside and lit up a cigarette, this sacred break of his damaged lungs, asking for more. Brain has its drugs, that dopamine understood. 5 Nothing more, nothing less During one year, Henri worked as an undercover in a public agency giving sense to nonsense and turning subjects around in the sense of the clock, or not. Henri wandered around, and in the highly mediatized space surrounding him, he saw Paris, a discovery really bringing back the time-space continuum to reality, in a sequence of disconnected events tied together along emotions. It grasped his mind, those actors ate their way through his ears. I was disappointed by the series of American movies turning up, and watching back, got stopped once through Into the wild. In the mix of Inception and other over-Atlantic movies, I do find rather attractive this special touch from French cinema One key to be appreciated is to affirm the differences, not molding to the general streak. It s a matter of opinions. I am the first one exhausted in the French streak of movies emphasizing so much emotions or comedy losing the plot within an annoyed rhythm of a startled mind. Still, Paris achieved this balance of fiction and spectator involvement. The equation worked for me. Or I might have lost my child brain of being startled. Well, I do hope not, and I don t believe it. Le silence des émeraudes qui flottent dans ses yeux. *** He woke up this morning by the noise in the room next to his. WTF? 7 AM on a Saturday morning, which fuses did his flatmate blow this time? He doesnt give a damn, not on Saturday morning, he cannot afford to escape through work and would have to face it. But ah empathy, you are torning me aside His attention drifted
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