Music Hall - Dominique A

De grands cieux gris inquiets

Clouent le jour baln?

aire au sol.

L’homme avance parmi les dunes

Il chemine en se balan?

ant

Il se souvient du Music Hall

Du long couloir en entonnoir

O?

la foule se d?

vidait

Les robes ne tenant qu'?

un fil

Et le trottoir mouill?, mouill?.

Il avance parmi les dunes

Gomina battue par le vent

Il pense qu’il est huit heures du soir

Et qu’il circule dans le couloir

O?

les?

paules bruissent en glissant

La foule se place au coeur des dunes

La mer applaudit bruyamment.

«Tu ne sais pas lui dire adieu «Lui a-t-elle dit hier au soir

«Tu n’verras pas si je pars

Ma route ne passe pas par tes yeux

Dans ta t?

te, c’est huit heures du soir

A jamais, ici ou ailleurs

C’est le velours du grand couloir

Qu’on trouverait, si on t’ouvrait le c?

ur «.

Au Casino qui toise les dunes

S'?veillent les machines, hoquetant,

Quelques orphelins de la lune

S’att?lent d?

j?

consciencieusement

A cumuler de l’infortune

Un grand caf?

serr?

l’attend

Pr?

s des machines qui cliqu?

tent

En entrant, il voit la moquette

Et il voit des lumi?

res d’avant.

«Tu ne sais pas leur dire adieu

Ni?

ces grandes lettres rouges

Ni au d?

sordre des entractes

Ni aux rideaux qui vont flottant

Tu te souviens du Music Hall

De rires et de gorges serr?

es Et du froissement des?

paules

Et dehors, le trottoir mouill?

«.

Boulevard maritime, la maison

Au c?

ur d’autres maisons muettes

Bouches closes une fois l'?t?

pass?

La table mise, la femme fluette

L’assiette qu’il n’y a qu'?

r?

chauffer

Et l’hier soir qui vibre encore

Des quelques v?

rit?s brass?

es Il lui pardonne sans un effort

C'?tait trop vrai pour le toucher.

Ils s’embrassent, elle part travailler

Elle a le pardon du fant?

me Et l’espoir ind?

boulonn?

Great Gray Troubled Skies

Nail the baln day?

floor area.

The man advances among the dunes

He walks swaying?

ant

He remembers the Music Hall

From the long funnel corridor

Where?

the crowd turns away

emptied

Dresses only holding?

a wire

And the sidewalk wet, wet?

He advances among the dunes

Windswept Gomina

He thinks it's eight o'clock at night

And he walks down the hall

Where?

the?

shoulders rustle as they slide

The crowd takes place in the heart of the dunes

The sea clapped loudly.

"You don't know how to say goodbye to him" she said to him last night

"You won't see if I leave

My road does not pass through your eyes

In your t?

you, it's eight o'clock in the evening

Forever, here or elsewhere

It's the velvet of the great hall

What would we find, if we opened your c?

ur ".

At the Casino that looks down on the dunes

The machines wake up, gasping,

Some Orphans of the Moon

Are striving to

I

conscientiously

To accumulate misfortune

A big cafe?

tight?

waiting for him

Pr?

s machines that click?

tent

As he enters he sees the carpet

And he sees lights?

stay ahead.

"You don't know how to say goodbye to them

Neither?

those big red letters

Neither to the d?

order of intermissions

Nor to the curtains that go fluttering

Do you remember the Music Hall

Laughter and tight throats?

es And of the rustling of?

shoulders

And outside, the wet sidewalk?

“.

Boulevard maritime, the house

At the heart

ur other dumb houses

Mouths closed once the?

pass?

The table set, the slender woman

The plate that there is only?

r?

heat

And last night that still vibrates

Of the few v?

rit?s brewed?

es He forgives her without an effort

It was too real to touch.

They kiss, she goes to work

She has the child's forgiveness?

me And hope ind?

bolted?