I can hear whisperings behind me,
but it's just some birds
and not even crows (autant pour la concordance des noirs et la cohérence esthétique de l'ensemble).
Je vais zapper l'histoire de mon genoux droit et de l'église le dimanche matin :
tout est très silencieux.
Pas seulement parce que les rues ressemblent à des serpents de béton immobiles, parce que toute la ville est figée : une carte postale;
citizens became ghosts, you can't hear anything but wind and steps. Mine. Only.
That's scenery that isn't supposed to happen right in the middle of the day, en plein jour, comme si la nuit s'était emparée de la ville sans attendre le couché du soleil.
It's scary. No kidding.A Far West feeling.
You'd come up here, with hands in your pockets, I wouldn't even be surprised.
I'd rise my eyebrows for a second, but that's it.
This weather suits your memory, well at least what's left of it.