The Eriks let me down, and the air still smels cake. What will happen to me?!

Lire la suite...

I can't see. Hands stretched in front of me, fumbling, trying to found things before they smash in my face.

I really can't see. The air is dark, heavy as if it was full of ashes, as if a volcano has erupted, throwing up an enormous cloud of black and grey ashes, blinding everything around. Ashes floats in a slow wind, and the only solution to stop breathing this creepy flour is to stop breathing. It tastes strange, a mix of dirt, white nightmares and black dreams, and blood.

The air is strange, it smells like... cake.

Wait a second, it's stupid. How can the air look like mash of darkests things in the universe, taste blood and dirt, and smell cake?

It's a dream, isn't it? I will wake up soon. It have to be a dream, I hear no sound and... oh wait, shit, I can hear footsteps behind me. Shit, it's everywhere, around me. Seems like I'll be attacked by some kind of... wolves? Beasts  that hunts in pack, must be wolves. Yes, can't be worse. Ok, ok, all is ok, that's all right... I'm completly blind and surrounded of animals that probably don't really need their eyes to hunt and I AM THEIR FUCKING PREY!

Ok, looks like I'm already dead -or not far. I give all my possessions to Erik, my goldfish. Haha, wait, that's stupid, I can't give my property to a goldfish, hahaha -shit wait it's legal. According to the law I can give my stuff to Erik.

Wait a sec -I have no goldfish and don't know why I would have call it Erik, I hate this name. Wolves are nearer now, I can hear their breathes... I can see them now and.. shit they are fucking GOLDFISH ?! What the fuck is happening in this dream, I have to wake up NOW It's too stupid!

Ok, ok, that's all right, that's all right, you are in the middle of a pack of goldfish hunters that probably eats human flesh... Ok, it's good, don't know why it could go wrong and HOW IT COULD BE WORSE! I'll have the most stupid death of the whole world...

Tiens on va rigoler, je suis sadique, je donne aucune aide ni traduction à part si quelqu'un m'en demande dans les commentaires... *air angélique*

I'm lost today. I was lost yesterday and today I'm still lost.

I woke up this morning in a place I never saw before... Like yesterday morning. It started yesterday. I woke up in place where I should'nt have to be. Yesterday morning was inside of any kind of cube. Walls and floor were made of stone, bud seemed to be made of one only piece. It wasn't any door or window, just me in the room. This place was empty, exept a hole in the ceiling, a round and black hole, very dark.

I don't know exactly how I knew it was the morning but I was sure it was. I got up and walked through the room, I stopped below the hole and I felt a cold wind. It brought an horrible odor, I could smell something dead plug the well. I suddenly was scared about the fact that, because of gravity, the dead thing could fall on me...

So I went to the opposite side of this strange place and I waited for something to happen...

I should have fall asleep whithout realizing it.

Then I woke up, three hours ago, in a forest. I started to walk -was it really a flee? I though there was a danger between the trees. So I walked in a kind of trail and now I lost it -I was wondering what I am doing there, while I was walking. It's because of what I lost the way.

Where am I? And why?

Niveau à peu près cinquième-quatrième (que des phrases simples, avec peu ou pas de propositions secondaires: du genre pas de that, who, which... qui sont plus niveau seconde et plus...), et texte plutôt court.

Since I'm little I don't believe in any superior strength. I know there is no one to watch over us, nobody in this sky so blue above us. Because if it was anybody up there, he... or she... would help us, prevent our mistakes. Explain us why do -or not, things. I don't think that tere is any upper power that guides each of our acts.

I believe in life. In this power, this strength. Life makes our hearts beat, makes air go inside and outside of our lungs. Life makes our brain think and, even if sometimes it seems like we are dead inside, life is always and again there. Life is the thing for which we get up at the morning. The thing for which we keep moving on our way, even if it seems to be no reason to continue. Even if, in the end, life leaves us like everything else.

Aide à la compréhension:

since = depuis / strength = force / watch over sth, sb = surveiller qqch, qn / above = au dessus / prevent = ici, empêcher / mistake = erreur / lung = poumon / it seems like = on dirait que / inside = à l'intérieur / outside = à l'extérieur / make sth, sb (+ vbe) = faire faire qch à qn, qch / keep doing sth = continuer à faire qch / even if = même si / everything = tout / sth else = qch d'autre (à ne pas confondre avec sth more, qui veut dire qch de plus). Donc "everything else" signifie "tout le reste" ...

Purement et simplement là je me suis pas mal amusée à faire une liste de vocabulaire et de constructions. J'ai pas été sadique, là c'est facile, pas trop de mots compliqués ni rien. Le truc c'est qu'à mesure que je vais augmenter le niveau de difficulté, il y aura de moins en moins d'aide. Inversement, je publierai aussi des trucs niveau newbie lvl 666 (ça c'était du pur langage gamer, ça veut dire en gros, nouveau nouveau-qui-en-a-jamais-entendu-parler-avant) qui en gros seront le vocabulaire de base, des trucs à savoir pour pouvoir se débrouiller en environnement hostile (ici, où personne ne parle la langue de Molière) etc.

Pour les grosses, grosses burnes (ou les sixièmes à la rigueur), traduction en italique ci-dessous:

Depuis que je suis petite, je ne crois en aucune force supérieure. Je sais qu'il n'y a personne pour nous surveiller, personne dans ce ciel si bleu au dessus de nous. Parce que s'il y avait quelqu'un là-haut, il... ou elle... empêcherait nos erreurs. Nous expliquerait pourquoi faire -ou pas, des choses. Je ne pense pas qu'il y aie un quelconque pouvoir supérieur qui guide chacun de nos actes.

Je crois en la vie. En ce pouvoir, cette force. La vie fait battre nos coeurs, fait entrer et sortir l'air de nos poumons. La vie fait penser nos cerveaux et, même si parfois on dirait qu'on est morts à l'intérieur, la vie est encore et toujours là. La vie est la chose pour laquelle on se lève le matin. La chose pour laquelle on continue à avancer sur notre route, même si on dirait qu'il n'y a pas de raison de continuer. Même si à la fin, la vie nous laisse, comme tout le reste.