Bonjour,
J'ai trouvé sympa l'idée du défi du mois de mai alors j'ai voulu me prêter au jeu, bien que mon anglais soit très approximatif excusez moi d’avance
J'ai fait du mieux que j'ai pu en tout cas, j’espère que ça plaira.
Comme le défi en lui même n'était pas assez corsé comme ça, je m'en suis rajouté un (eh oui, on sent le penchant maso dessous mais
on n'a rien lu
) j'ai voulu traité le thème des rêves qu'on à laissé sur le bord de la route, on va dire. Dans ce cas précis, il traite du sport et d'un sport qui est peu aimé en général, et bien que l'histoire soit totalement fictive, je me suis lancé le défi de lui rendre hommage, comme j'en suis passionnée, et de le montrer sous un autre jour.
Un double défi donc!
Voilà voilà, je crois que c'est à peu près tout. Ah non j'oubliais, la traduction complète est dessous
Your reason to exist
All civilizations are mortal.
Sometimes, I wonder how many empires, how many kingdoms said untouchables; the world saw collapse before we finally realize that there is nothing eternal ? In those moments, I find myself contemplating things such as they are, secretly hoping to see a tomorrow.
All civilizations are mortal, I tell you.
They are governed by a single rule, a cycle:
First hatching
Then the apogee
And finally, their fall
The fact is so logical that it exempts demonstration, or else it would mitigate the obvious in its foundations. Maybe I should have known that it was the same for us? But these aren’t the kind of question that you normally ask child.
Childhood. I keep very few image of this period, with the exception of a memory that has during a long while, haunted my mind and that, although time does his work, still guide today my steps.
I see this tear find her way against my cheek through this torrent, vast salty pearls concert, that even the blinding rays of the Sun were not enough to dry. If you asked me the reason of my sorrow, I will probably settle for shrug my shoulder: we cry for nothing at this age, you know.
All around me, there was this comforting breeze that mingled with the delicate smells of hot chocolates and caramels. Mostly vanilla. These nostalgic scents which remind to us when we believe that we have forgotten. Curious mechanism that memory, isn’t it?
I wandered my eyes blurred through the park, never bring myself to fix a specific place- because at that age, we are eager to discover - taking care not to get off the ground. From here, I could see the ground flower dance with the wind and then the rocky trail purposes, work of a stroller. I could just keep my eyes to travel, until tiredness overtakes me and my parents come to console me. Because they would come to take me in their arms. But it took the cross.
At these hours where no one listens, sometimes my mind get lost and wondered if I would have diverted my eyes considering that it was possible to go back. I'd like to believe so, but I deceive anyone: there no escape.
Because that’s what you are.
It is here that I met him for the first time. I was transparent while he possessed the innate ability to captivate the crowd. Therefore, it did not take long before the time itself, froze, stretches, and giving up in his secret contemplation.
Something infinitely beautiful emanated from his being.
I did not see a physical attraction, let's be clear - the idea had not crossed me - but a fascination in his actions. He rolled the ball at his feet and by this special way he had to infuse this graceful swirl, I had no other choice to get bogged down in admiration. I think my tears stopped elsewhere.
Suddenly it was as if there were no more master and the ball could thought by itself.
I raised my eyes. His body and the object was moving in perfect harmony, and when he laughed, this laugh was so firm and assured that it was contagious. Never before, echoes had already carried me so far. Nowadays, I still hesitate to speak for fear that my voice betrays my emotion.
I looked around me and it’s precisely at this moment I understood that this natural charisma I had associated to him, had only pledge that my person. I was the single spectator submerged by passion and this gift of himself that the boy put in his game. He struck. Nobody had budged. I was almost surprised that his gesture had not started a few falls.
« How could they not be affected? »
I began to experience a deep sadness for all those who will never know what I was feeling.
In hindsight, I think I thought too much.
It was not, until the evening, the charm broken. Brightness began to decrease and his parents called him. He slowed his race by assigning a final blow to his masterpiece. And while I was wondering about all the subtleties of its trajectory, the ball stopped in front of me.
Just in my feet.
First, I thought it was a mistake. It is only when the eyes of the boy has sustained mine, I knew with certitude that his gesture was as mastered as all those before. So, I stood there, without knowing what I was supposed to do. I dipped once again my eyes in his. My god, it was beautiful. His eyes were a deep gray, shiny, in which kept melt and merge with the infinite, the complexity of a blend between the brightness of the conquerors and the fragility of childhood. Exactly like him: strength he spend in his race and the excitement of his passion for the sport. I wanted to remove myself from her eyes but it seemed expect so much from me, this girl he barely knew.
I don't remember one of us, has dare to take the first step, but what I 'm sure is to have shydly pushed my foot against the ball in an awkward move, I bypassed the boy twisting lightly on myself. Thirty seconds later, I was laid down on the floor by the more ridiculous way the world has known. He shook my hand hiding a benevolent smile. His parents called again. The child turned. I expected him to leave me without preamble but instead of that, he gave me the ball. It was a classic model, with some blues ornaments for the form: nothing that history will remind in painting. Whether.
But he had given me.
I never dared to ask him why . I still had not realized that this symbolic gesture would change the way of my life. Or rather, for the first time, gave her life meaning.
« I wish I could make people as happy as him ... »
Many have asked me why I started football. But I've not decided.
« ... just by a look »
The ball came to my feet. It has choosen me…
« … And now, it let me down. »
I shake my head as we do in order to make disappear a bad dream. I would like to say that it doesn’t matter and doesn’t reach me, but things are not as simple. I am unable to hold back my tears. Then I hit the stronger than I can in the ball, my rage. It touches the cross and come back like a boomerang. I know his language. Any of its subtleties, to the smallest perturbation the wind blows him, I know everything. He has no secrets for me. And it’s for this reason that I am aware, and from the outset, it will inexorably finish his race against my cheek.
Maybe I need it to wake me up ?
However, I would give anything to convince me that it’s a nightmare.
So yes, I tamed his code, even in his whims but...
- Sény ?
... I didn’t expect his visit. It seems that even after spending eighteen years, human nature will always surprise me. The newcomer interposed his hand in a motion hardens and the ball fell to the ground. The impact brought me near to reality.
- Hey, you should think about change the ball. This one will be good for flea market soon! he joked a beaming smile on his lips.
A breeze slipped through the strands of her hair while I closed my eyes half to soak up the moment.
- Seriously, I saw you use this ball only for big occasions, noticed the teenager, retailer blue ornaments. Should I’ve to understand that something is celebrated ?
There are times when the happiness of a friend is so intense that you feel guilty about catch it from him. So you choose to remain silent. Obviously, he knows your weakness and it was enough for him to strengthen his eyes, tender, on mine. Finally, I giving up to kept silence. I doesn’t want bribe him, in claiming a lie invented from scratch better leave. No. For me it will always be the "prince of snow ." Prince, that was for the grace that emanates from his actions. Snowball to the ball. We're idiot when you’re child. Its expression is playful and reassuring; I was feeling guilty to waste the moment when I handed him the crumpled paper in my palm:
We regret to inform you that your right knee wound,
requires specialized intervention and prolonged hospitalization.
In other case, the sport is to be avoided permanently.
Dr. J. Karter
- Celebrating my departure, Samuel.
I find the courage to raise my eyes. Samuel’s smile has melted within half a second
__________
All civilizations are mortal.
They are governed by a single rule, a cycle:
First hatching
Then the apogee
And finally, their fall
The fact is so logical that it exempts demonstration, or else it would mitigate the obvious in its foundations. Maybe I should have known that it was the same for us ?For our dreams.
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