Deux photos prises il y a 25 ans, à 700 km d'ici ? Je ne me souviens pas de toi, ni de ton objectif. Tu t’es rappelé mon sourire.
Nous nous croisons sur un site au moment où je pense à fermer mon compte.
Des livres, un verre dans un chouette endroit, un baiser furtif. Des messages.
Des balades, des heures pleines.
De là à ici, d'hier à aujourd'hui, ces deux photos sont improbables.
Et maintenant, d’autres photos, ton regard.
How likely it was you have two pictures of me?
Two pictures you took 25 years ago, 700 km far from here? I don’t remember you, or your lens. You can recall my smile.
We come accross each other on a website at a time I’m thinking about leaving it.
Books, a glass in a nice place, a brief kiss. Messages.
Wandering in full and plenty hours.
From there to here, from then to now, these two pictures are unlikeky.
And now, more pictures, your eye.
Et maintenant, d’autres photos, ton regard.
How likely it was you have two pictures of me?
Two pictures you took 25 years ago, 700 km far from here? I don’t remember you, or your lens. You can recall my smile.
We come accross each other on a website at a time I’m thinking about leaving it.
Books, a glass in a nice place, a brief kiss. Messages.
Wandering in full and plenty hours.
From there to here, from then to now, these two pictures are unlikeky.
And now, more pictures, your eye.
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