Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 51
didnt know that much if that was about winning though. This casino succeeds in making him forget about winning, and emphasize its desire to play. Have you ever seen a roulette? So nice, a deep warming grass like carpet, all velour and charming luxury all around, you really dont want to leave. His play? Well, whatever, take most of now, you will see later all the twist and turn you can bring to it from what happened today. Indeed, he had this sensation. This day was the postcard of life in the moment, simple as it is. How wonderful, Louis Armstrong took him in his strong arm, Henri went so in a deep and welcomed sleep. Happy. How good is to feel no strings attached, just feeling floating through the wind coming from the window. Light, and Fresh. A vegetable taking its source to its prime. Still, in the morning, he missed the time down his flat. You are really on holidays, when at what stage you might feel home sick or at least put in prospective what life is back there. This moment came, right in the morning, before he put the feet down the floor. He thought he should awakened straight from now on, and not let his mind drifting in a undefined shore. An elephant within a porcelain store An elephant, a whale, he couldnt describe himself on his first visit to the place where his play would be on stage. Nothing like expected, and an impulse to the blood of creativity. Balcony that were overlooking the scene. Just skidding around Justin left a stack of paper in front of Henris room. Back home in the midst of lost postages and folders that were waiting for one stare, he went skidding on this track with no further notice. Skidding around This is an adaptation from an earlier play I wrote in a book published in French last year. If you enjoy it, I would kindly ask you to dare to spend 1 to one of my book on Amazon, yes in English. SCENE I On his scooter, Xavier drives carelessly, head in the air. The ambiance is showing on a movie by the back scene white frame. He stops at the middle of a bridge, bending over the river, a smile to his lips. He likes bridges, and mechanically he starts to sing: Under Tower Bridge flows the Thames With all his love, From all he remembers Joy always came after the sorrow Comes the night, bells the ring Days are over, Im living here Hands in hands stay face to face While under The bridge of our arms goes Eternal Stares, on a tormented wave Comes the night, bells the ring Days are over, Im living here Love escapes us like this torrent Love escapes us How life is still And how hope is violent Comes the night, bells the ring Days are over, Im living here Come the days, and go the weeks Neither the time spent Nor love returns Under Tower Bridge flows the Thames Comes the night, Bells the ring Days are over, here we are standing Translation and adaptation from Le pont Mirabeau Apollinaire One person walking by is pushing him inadvertently. Here he goes out of his bubble. He dares a look to his phone and comes back to earth. Xavier- Sh , I am already late The back screen of the scene shows a building. Xavier enters a building through a room left of the scene. His helmet in one hand, he goes to the reception, and leaves a pack onto the reception desk. Xavier Good morning, Speedy Delivery company. One package for M. Henry Sarah Mr. Henry is waiting for you. He asked you to come and see him. First office, top of the stairs and left. A desk is displayed on the screen. The shadow of Xavier is walking over it. Xavier Good morning Sir, you asked to see me? Mr. Henry Good morning Xavier What can I do for you? Mr. Henry A complaint from my side to hear. I have contacted your company many times, the situation didnt change, you are still late. Xavier Ah yes, I am one hour
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