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I have been over-assisted and over-protected by loving parents in a safe and healthy environment. As a result I am still single and a very bad cooker. I remember my first kiss which wasn't really a kiss since I didn't know how to kiss. I remember this very skinny tall guy but I really hope he doesn't remember me ! I remember this summer love with Alex, and my best friend going out with him 3 years after. I remember Marc, Geoffroy, and Thomas, all ex-neighbours... all ex-boyfriends, all ex-lickings. I remember this Indian daddy's boy offering me this awful curtain with Piccadily Circus embroidered on it. I remember dancing with this fake blond-haired Spanish guy just to make the true black-haired one next to him jealous. I remember America and these 2 guys : one I was fancing, the other one I went out with. I remember Venice, the bridge, the night and the kiss with this Italian guy... whose name I can't remember. I remember this summer, playing and running after the boy I loved, before I lamentably fell on the floor... I will stop on this sad event which could be a good metaphore of my vain pursuit of Love.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

FOR YOU WHO CROSSED THIS ROAD TONIGHT...

I just came back home. From my window, on the 10th floor, I can see it.....a red stain on the side of the empty road, some clothes lying on the floor, and rubbishes. Roman road is blocked by the police. Banners surround the entrance of my building. I was down few minutes ago....I didn't see when it happened. I just heard people outside, talking about it: a drunk women bumped into a man with her car and killed him. That's it. End of the story.

My blog is supposed to be a "happy mood" blog. But I felt the need tonight to talk about this tragic event. It could have happened to anybody...maybe this guy was living in my building, and just crossed the road to go in. Maybe he was back from work after spending a very tirying and boring day, and was looking forward to relaxing in front of his TV or into a warm bath... Maybe somebody was waiting for him. Maybe he planned a great week-end with his friends, or wanted to visit his parents. Maybe he was very young....whatever his plans might have been....his life stopped tonight. Like this. So easy...

In 3 days it will be a great day: I will see people I like, and I will meet new ones. I want everybody to enjoy the celebration.
I want people to talk to each other, to interact with me. I want to laugh, to see people smiling.

Whatever his age, I hope this guy enjoyed his life too...but if he didn't, I want to share with you a memorable moment, in memory of this guy. It is not about getting married anymore, it is about enjoying the present life.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes....."One wedding and a funeral"...strange coincidence...but life is going on. Have a wonderful wedding laetitia.

1:20 AM  
Blogger cij said...

Nous sommes passés aussi, le bus N°8 s'arrêtait d'un coup à Cambridge Heath Road et on est descendu. J'ai compris assez vite qu'il y eut un accident. Mais d'avoir vu le sang nous ont bien effrayés.

Il y a un mois, j'ai vu une petite fille morte sur Mile End Road. Les gens conduisent avec moins de vitesse en Angleterre, mais je ne sens pas trop à l'aise à vélo suite à tout ça...

Alors je vous rejoins et je lève un verre pour ces deux-là, et bien sûr pour votre mariage aussi ! Profite bien !

Cheers-Chris

12:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"c'est la vie !", combien est absurde cette phrase si souvent entendue dans des circonstances similaires.
La mort est parfois une délivrance, mais pas quand elle frappe brutalement alors que chargé(e ?) de paquets on rentre dans son chez soi en pensant trop... a sa quietude ou a ceux qui vous attendent.
C'est un passage, c'est une transformation lente et une redistribution de nos tomes dans autre chose...
Efface ta tristesse Laetitia et pense aux bons moments passés ou a venir... avec ceux que tu aimes ou apprécie, et tout ceux que tu ne connais pas encore... toi si curieuse discréte "humathomologiste"

9:11 AM  

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