2022
Un été au soleil, des vacances à la mer. En fond sonore, une chanson de Souchon qui grésille dans le poste radio. Deux mois dans l’année, la maison abrite rires et cris d’enfants. Le reste du temps, elle laisse passer le vent et claquer le sable contre ses volets fermés. La mélancolie de l’été demeure pourtant, et les vagues de l’océan se transforment en larmes chaudes.
« On danse des étés entiers au soleil mais la musique est mouillée, pareil. »
︎Ultra Moderne Solitude - Alain Souchon
Ultra Modern Loneliness
A summer in the sun, holidays by the sea. As background music, a song by Souchon that sizzles on the radio. Two months a year, the house is home to laughter and screaming from children. The rest of the time, it lets the wind pass and the sand slam against its closed shutters. Yet the summer melancholy remains, and the ocean waves turn into warm tears.
“We dance whole summers in the sun but the music is wet, the same.”
A summer in the sun, holidays by the sea. As background music, a song by Souchon that sizzles on the radio. Two months a year, the house is home to laughter and screaming from children. The rest of the time, it lets the wind pass and the sand slam against its closed shutters. Yet the summer melancholy remains, and the ocean waves turn into warm tears.
“We dance whole summers in the sun but the music is wet, the same.”
