Paraphrasis
L'automne
This is a city where the power often goes out, or maybe it's always night. People rarely see their families. Sometimes, I watch TV at home. Other times, I see someone who might be a friend, or maybe not, in some place. There's a damp, underground convenience store with nauseating hallways. The door is always locked, and you can only climb out through a small high window. On the other side is a walkway through the neighborhood. The girl my friend visits often washes clothes just behind that door, and then they leave.
Day after day, I watch from the window until one day, the story stops. What did he see behind the half-opened rolling door? I don’t know, but I feel a deep sadness. For me, something has ended. There's so much water, like filthy streets in the sewers. There are many kinds of windows, but only one fits my body. Maybe the hallway is the river of time.