THE SEA, THE SNOW, AND THE SUN

THE SEA, THE SNOW, AND THE SUN

Angoulême, 2025.

We stood in the rain by the cinema, the film unfinished, and our own story incomplete. First the sun, then rain, then snow. A piano on the roof, birdsong from afar, snow dancing in the clear air, falling, quiet, soft — a sparkling silence. You swam, I chased you. An embrace like a flower — violet, daisy, wild pomegranate, tenderness bursting like a morning without you. Sun and rain fall for a long time, the scent of wet earth, leaves, distance. You were far away — far away, and I counted the blue moments. A picture was born: spring and snow, behind the snow you again, and children playing. — blue sea, swimming, a world tinted with a blue dream, flowers, forest, books, and sun, a blue tone. You called me, we talked for a long time, memories spinning, you remembered everything, you want the sea, a white bench, blue music drifting from afar. I sit on the sand, watch the seagulls, catch them with my gaze — and you too. Behind you, a cypress, a snowy cloud, through a small window I watch, your smile rising, hair towards the blue sky. In the blue day, with blue hands, we love again, the whisper of the wind. We ride trains, Bordeaux, La Rochelle, the rhythm of rain on the roof, a melody carrying us — or an illusion? I carry you, you hold me tight, you look like a deer, your gaze towards the sunset, rain hitting a blue umbrella, whispering softly, you draw a smile on me. You are naked leaning on the window, blue snow falls outside, you smile again, and bells ring in the wind, we lie long in the snow, spring is blue. Carnations, lilies, roses in a vase, a sweet, gentle scent, the hour spreads again, incense, an old memory in the air.

Guests arrive, you love them, you love people, you hide in the blue snow, and I love you, while we lie on the sand, in front of the white bench and tall cypresses. It is summer... blue sun rising, now even the cities are blue, everything is blue. In the distance, blue snow falls again... falling inside us.