Finale. Noir. (Elle est cassé)
Picture black and white, American in Paris ? Walking languidly between archaic buildings, Light rain falls Mist, not in the shadow, formed by streetlamps Each doorway a darker shadow (can you feel this ?) Walking on, Dampness in her hair Clinging to her bones Painfully Elle est cassé Plus de cassé, elle est seule. Now, the only friend is Grief Le genre de souffrance qui ne finit jamais Like midnight film Noir are we (Black on White) Cigarettes and sins God, I crave a cigarette; the sublime swirl of smoke in my nostrils! (First time in 15 years) The drama of Noir is too close to truth Where love is a Disaster And all of it lies in ruins In Noir film, the characters always love the Worst Choice It destroys them Love destroys itself Ha ! (Do you laugh ?) And You Remain Alone "Night. All is Broken." © 2011 Regina J. McMurray
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