These are people I travelled with on the Metro last week.
The blond guy playing with his mobile phone, not moving, giving me the time to draw him. Perhaps he has received a message from his sweet girlfriend saying that she has reserved a table at the "Tour d'Argent", famous Parisian restaurant?
The long-haired woman with the newspaper, perhaps she reads an article about what happened lately: A French court decided to abrogate the marriage of two young persons according to request of the groom, because the girl wasn't a virgin anymore and, supposedly, deliberately lied about it...
The pretty roundish blond woman, looking at the sign indicating all the metro stops, probably trying to figure out which Metro-line she has to take to get to the Champs-Elysées.
This really tired looking lady, her eyes half closed, where does she come from, has she finished her work for the day, or is there more work awaiting her at home? Ironing, shop for groceries, preparing the dinner ?
The young man with black framed glasses, he wears a ponytail, a fancy black sweater and a brown suede jacket. Is he thinking of one of Rilkes peoms?
Again and again
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the othersfall:
again and again the two of us walk out togetherunder the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
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