BLUR —
by frederiqueK

Description:

It was a home of English style, as a liner built in one of three hills of Rouen called Mont-Saint-Aignan. West side, the belvedere « zieutait » the minaret of the railway station of Rouen. The second roennais « big clock» shelled seconds in any hour of the day and night, of the summer as the winter. The neighbours displayed their garden vomiting a hazy greenery of humidity. Everything was played in comparison with the sun and the colours of the walls of the home testified it. In the East, there were the blue, pale green - pale green rooms (cold colours); on the West, rooms old - rose, auréoline, yellow ochre, tangerine (hot colours); and the room full of flowers, style art nouveau, against all expectations in the south. The co-ordinated curtains made their small theater. Continental quilts also had a good time. It was bluffing. My mother: the conductor! The particularity of the home was the number of windows which generated the home, the living organ. Pictures, mirrors, openings: simple, double, bow-window, bull’s eye, small panes, big panes, ordinary glass, opaque glass, glass with bottle. Pictures were windows on impressionniste Normandy. The big mirrors louis xv, ornemental above chimneys, others at the end of corridor reduced the space and returned us a narcissique picture. No more home without mirror!!! Windows allowed to notice in 360 ° the life of the district, to search love affairs of remote teenagers, to notice trees at any height. The soil in strong slope, let houses be spread as the grains of a rosary of request and the highest supervised the smallest widely where from liberated west view side towards the clock of the railway station. The ginkgo biloba several times hundred-year-old was coupled with the big white residence. They looked mutually with a non-secretive curiosity. They would have said that they were «riveted». The tree had so much fancy as the home of calm insurance. If the home introduced us its tirelessly white facade, the tree, it, in an indecent way turn of burnt bole, to green English during the summer, then gold yellow to autumn. It was called «the tree in ecus». Blur, it was me and I lived in the home by looking by windows. My green eyes as a transparent chalice overflowed with light and with greenery. My yellow lips reflected the tree in autumn etc...