The dragon dreams

Par Vrittis le 15/10/2002 à 17:05:59 (#2340480)

Fairy tales are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated.
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" So, what do you think Mister Belton? "

Mr Belton being me, i snap out of my reverie and effortfully lift my gaze from the pen i was looking at across the table. This is a fine pen, one with differents colors to write; so far i have seen the person who owns it - a accountant, or a commercial guy, or whatever - use three of the colors. Blue is in charge of the small boxes that litter the sheet in front of him. Red sticks to arrows between in bottom-top direction, and Green takes care of the top-bottom arrows.
It is a waste to use such a beautiful pen for this kind of drawings. Helene would enjoy this pen more than this guy who is currently looking at me with mild curiosity in his eyes. She would use it for magic, to draw enchanted palaces guarded by fiery dragons, not for fruitless little boxes. I want to snarl at the guy, grab the pen and run out of the room, leaving these dry, stupid people gaze at each other, ignorant of the treasure i took, letting them think it is only a pen. Hell, it is a world that this guy holds, and now he is playing with it while other gazes around the table turn to me.

" Mister Belton? "

I stop looking at the accountant, and turn to face the meeting's director. My brain starts its attention units a bit too late, and i find myself unable to say anything at all. I don't know what they're talking about, nor do i care. I remember Helene running around me in circles, asking why one mustn't lie...

" Sorry sir, i wasn't even listening. "

Murmurs around the table. They look at each other, waiting for a confirmation. They cannot even trust their own ears, as it seems. This irritates me to the greatest extent. I feel the tears beyond my eyes, stinging their way out, and i know this time there is no keeping them away, when i hear the voice of Jonathan. Jonathan is the only true friend here, i think, as he murmurs a global "If you'll excuse us...". He drops an heavy hand on my shoulder, and before i'm really conscious of my body's gestures, i'm out of the room, ambling toward the men's lavatory.
Jonathan closes the door behind us, and stares at me. " This can't go on, Steven. You're destroying yourself from the inside. What has gotten into you?
- Leave me alone. He was spoiling worlds between his hands!
- What *are* you talking about? "

I am about to answer his question, but he goes on, rhetorical question; and i keep the dragons in me, flapping their immense wings in the skies i dream about.
" I mean, this is Pfizner-Proctan merge's commitee, Steven " and the dragons let out cries of rage. I want to slam his face hard against the wall, painfully get blood out of him, to prove he is still alive, not a zombie powered by the green flow of dollars at bay. " This is the most important merge since last year's " and the dragons weep. Last year, all seemed perfect. I was all part of this Green craze... but now...

" Get back home now, Steven. Do you want me to get you to drive you home?
- No that will be ok. I've got dragons people to see " and the relief on Jonathan's face sickens me. Tears are stinging back. " Get back to your meeting " i say, and i hush him out of the lavatory. He glances back and ask " You're gonna be all right? ". And i can answer nothing but a weak " Yeah. Do go on... "
The next thing i know i am listening to the elevator's muzak as it drops me fourteen storeys below. The lights of the buttons make small constellations as my vision focus back and forth due to the blur of my tears. I cross the big, cold hallway, shivering, wondering how the girl at the counter can stand such an emptiness, how the mere sight of the void that she is supposed to work in doesn't break her mind like a glass sculpture. And i step outside.

The rain strokes my face gently, in soft, little drops. I don't want to go home. There is no one that waits for me. Not anymore. Sandra left me two weeks ago, taking Helene with her. And i can't see where i took the wrong turn.
I raise my head to the cloudy sky, and stare. Between the skyscrapers echoes the loud noise of a helicopter. Sirens wail in disembodied harmonies. These are the beasts of our times, but nowhere i can see the other worlds. Giant mouths blowing fire, leathery wings flapping majestuously in the air. Did i give my innocence to her, gave all i had, and now that she is gone, i long for what i lost? Is that it?

Keeping my head raised to the clouds, the rain splattering on my cheeks, i step quickly on the street, in the traffic in front of the building. One must pay for lost innocence, I guess, and at the very moment the car hits me, i can see the dragons up in the sky, just before everything goes dark.
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Désolé, j'ai été trop paresseux pour la traduire... j'espère que vous aimez l'anglais :)

Par Souvenir de Mekere le 15/10/2002 à 17:18:27 (#2340566)

The hardest thing in a dream is when we wake up.. but can we dream forever...


(mouhahaha enfin apres des mois de lutte acharnée j'ai enfin dépassé en titre ce barde!!!!

*regarde vrittis air meprisant* prosterne toi devant ton imperatrice!

*en profite avant que ca change*)

Par Leanhaun le 15/10/2002 à 17:52:44 (#2340757)

Provient du message de Vrittis
Désolé, j'ai été trop paresseux pour la traduire... j'espère que vous aimez l'anglais :)

Je m'en suis rendu compte que quand j'ai lu cette phrase ^^

Merci cher barde :amour:

*ricanne*

Par Myrhania Fury le 15/10/2002 à 22:25:31 (#2342360)

*comprend rien*
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Par Maxx le 16/10/2002 à 14:36:43 (#2345812)

Attention Vrittis, Lisèn arrive avec son cadenas francophone +3 ... :D

*J avoue moi aussi avoir un peu la flemme de traduire tes posts anglais ... dois les lire en diagonal *est au boulot**