Sans toi

Sans toi
Je ne sais que faire
Sans toi,
Je suis perdu dans l’air

Dans les nuages
Je vois ton sourire, ton visage
Je regrette ton partir,
C’est déjà un âge

Sans toi,
Tout est difficile
Sans toi,
Tout semble inutile

Comme un bateau qui naviguer
Une courante de crème fouettée
Qui glisse de un gâteau
A un homme gros qui seulement sait
Le mot manger

Ouais,
Sans toi,
Je ne sais que faire,
Je me lève tôt,
Et je me couche tard,
Je mange immédiatement après
Que je m’ai lave les dents.

Sans toi,
Je suis perdu dans l’air
Le bleu du ciel c’est rien
En comparaison avec tes yeux

Tu es mon tout
Et sans toi
Je suis à la fin de mon poème

English translation

Without you,
I don’t know what to do
Without you,
I’m lost in the air

In the clouds,
I see your smile, your face,
I regret your leaving,
It’s been ages already

Without you,
Everything is hard
Without you,
Everything seems useless

Like a boat floating
On a current of whipped cream
Which flows from a cake
To a big guy who only knows
The word ‘eat’

Yea,
Without you,
I don’t know what to do,
I wake up too early,
I go to bed too late,
I eat immediately after
I have brushed my teeth.

Without you,
I’m list in the air
The blue of the sky is nothing
Compared with your eyes

You are my everything
And without you
I’m at the end of my poem

Pity Paterson and Mary

Mary was a sweet girl, according to Pity Paterson. She wasn’t one of the beautiful girls everybody at school liked, nor was she one of those ugly ducklings that would one day grow into beautiful, or at least powerful, swans. No, she was in between these two groups. She was Mary and Mary she was. Pity Paterson couldn’t help but compare himself with Mary, he wasn’t quite a jock, nor was he really of the nerd persuasion/ He was Pity Paterson and Pity Paterson he was.

Both these characters were children of busy parents and both were more than often the sole persons in their respective houses. They never mind much, they were happy when to be single when they heard the awful stories from their fellow students. No, they did not have to deal with sisters borrowing outfits or brothers punching you hard on the arm. No, they were single and they enjoyed it since they had all that room for themselves. They could watch television and they could dance around without being laughed at. They created their own world in their own house and nobody heard any crazy stories about it. Their world was secretive and they never told anybody anything they did. They never explained anything. They were single and single they were.

Once Mary and Pity became a couple, things changed. They suddenly had to start sharing personal information, but none of them was used to this strange concept. Their conversations were marked by long silences and neither one of them felt at ease when both were together. We’re supposed to be intimate and act like normal people, but what did that mean. Could this mean Pity could scratch his balls while Mary was dancing on a tune of MTV. Both never quite grasped how to interact and their relationship soon strained. Both separated without many words and thus it resembled their first date in which not many words were interchanged as well.

Later on in life, when both Mary and Pity met new people, they were forced to talk, to talk about normal daily things, but both suffered tremendously. They had no idea what to say and kept silent. They noticed how the old nerds became popular for their brains and how the beautiful girls had become fat and had married the jocks and were all happy talking about their little new-borns. Mary and Pity felt they did not quite fit into this happy world of talking and retreated more and more into their dorm rooms and stayed away from social events. Mary got a cat and Pity a dog and both were happy with these animals. They were loyal and affectionate, but most of all, they didn’t require you to talk and explain yourself.

Mary and Pity suddenly bumped into each other in the grocery story and unlike most people they didn’t start a conversation. They just looked at each other and laughed and soon afterwards both returned to their little house with their little pet waiting for their return. But secretly both wanted to see each other once more and both decided to show up at the same time the following week at the supermarket and surprisingly they happened to bump into each other once again. This was the beginning of their relationship. They never said anything, they just smiled and waived.

Soon afterwards, Mary suggested to go drink a cup and supposedly talk. Pity nodded yes. They walked side by side to the cashier and loaded their bags into their cars. They drove to the local coffee shop and chose a little table in a dark corner. They smiled at each other. From time to time they said something, mostly about others. They liked how things were going. They had matured and finally understood that they were made for each other. Not needed to say a lot to each other. Just smile and do what you do. Their relationship rushed along and they got married, nodding yes, I do. They moved into each other. The cat lived in the kitchen, the dog in the living room. Just as the cat and the dog, Mary and Pity each chose a room and left each other space, not questioning each other. Talking was limited.

Their relationship wasn’t like those couples who shared everything, nor were they like those broken relationships. It was a Mary and Pity styled relationship and Mary and Pity liked it just for that. They never had to explain it to anyone, it was their secretive life in their little house and nobody needed to know how it worked, it just worked.