[Orandil]

This boy, cross-leged sit,does he see
The high lonely mountain, the infinity see?
He think about his future, his wish, his past..
And always make the present passing last...

He is not brave, he is not smart
Not beautiful, with no taste for the Art...
But in brightest day, as in darkest night,
He is shining as a good white knight,
Cause he surrenders... surrenders to the flame of hope!!

And this girl, in his back, does she know? 
Does she know that he will leave tomorrow,
That he will never love her again
That she will continue walking into the pain...

She is not brave, she is not smart
Not beautiful, with no taste for the Art...
But in brightest day, as in darkest night,
She is shining as a good white knight,
Cause she's burning... burning in the flame of hope!!

[Liam Uguel]

C'est "cross-legged" dans le premier vers. 

Petite question de forme (même si le topic s'y prête) : pourquoi l'as-tu écrit en anglais plutôt qu'en français ? Cela sonnait mieux ?

Je trouve ce texte très beau, vraiment. Les sentiments sont retranscrits d'une manière subtile, à l'instar de leur nature complexe.
Ce qui est drôle, c'est que j'ai imaginé ces deux personnages dans un train, je ne sais pas pourquoi ! 

[Orandil]

Merci beaucoup!
Et je voulais tester, savoir si je pouvais écrire en anglais.
Et si tu veux savoir, je les imagine dos à dos sur un arbre^^

[Jajalaf]

Hello !
Donc je suis nouvelle sur le forum et ton texte est le premier que je lit hihi. (moi j'imaginais les deux personnages dos à dos sur le bord d'une falaise je ne sais pas trop pourquoi aha). Je l'ai bien aimé mais il y a quelques erreurs de formulation...

This boy, cross-legged sit,does he see
The high lonely mountain, the infinity see(étrange...)?
He thinks about his future, his wish, his past..
And always makes the present passing last...

He is not brave, he is not smart
Not beautiful, with no taste for the Art...
But in the brightest day, as in the darkest night,
He is shining as a good white knight,
Cause he surrenders... surrenders to the flame of hope!!

And this girl, in his back(Dans son dos ?), does she know?
Does she know that he will leave tomorrow,
That he will never love her again
That she will continue walking into the pain...

She is not brave, she is not smart
Not beautiful, with no taste for the Art...
But in the brightest day, as in the darkest night,
She is shining as a good white knight,
Cause she's burning... burning in the flame of hope!!

Voilà ! J'espère avoir pu t'être utile !