On Bande à part

By Lucia Cao, aged 17

 

See the car savaging the boulevards,

Carrying weights and noises, laughter and heartbreaks

Of the dreamers dreaming about a foreign land with flowers and smoke 

And love that never dies.

See the footsteps left on the floor of Le Louvre,

By the brightest minds born out of the paradise bumping on top of the Black Hat

Blowing in the wind.

See the cold river of Time still lingering around the corner,

Hesitating, unsure, 

Whether it’s gonna break in or wait its turn

To crash an age, break a heart or two.

In the silence of 38 seconds,

The water brings away all sights of flickering greatness,

While the lights in the culprits’ eyes dim.

They leave behind not a world with colors,

But one of black and white,

Tugging at dying heart strings and filling heads with empty fantasies

Of an era long gone with the vanishing of a dance.