Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The Girl on the Bridge

( Vanessa Paradis )
Balanced, poised up on the parapet,
Her eyes yearn for the black water, yet
A blank board is all she’ll ever get
For living this life without a net
To trap her should she slip and pall.

Just as her reflection seems to call
For an action that will end it all,
With one swallow dive or waterfall,
Films blur through her troubled mind.
She’s searching, but she searches blind.
One man becomes another, then fades.

She hesitates above the fall.
She’s waiting for the voice so small,
Dreaming of loves to come and knives.

I'm adding this film to my list of favourites. Only the French could pull something like this off!

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