Autumn fall on the city. Is like a invisible cloud above building, above me, above my blond hair. A cloud which fall the sky to the ground, warm ground of summer sun.
It's a little visible. Summer go slowly. A lot of people no see come the cold of winter, next to a pleasant autumn.
In Autumn, I wear my summery dress. Red, pink, orange, indigo and turquoise. It's summer relics.
I see plants become orange. All the vegetation just be brown. Good bye glow green, all is insipid brown.
Fruit too ripe, fall in the ground, the way covered of juice and pulp, of flesh and candied blood. Colors are slightly acid or dark, with brown or red leaves.
Continent and sea, all is insipid.
The sea become whiter, more grey, and the calm sea became violent waves.
And the sand, is not golden, look about dirty snow, grey, black and white. And the plant of sand, is now dark grey, like a dead. Toss.
It's smell salt, too salt, more than summer. It's aggressive, burn with cold, and next, smell blood. Become red again, just become red…
Hear wind which cry, again and for ever, and always more strong, it's long moaning.
But the wind is for ever teasing, cross under skirt.
And for the tast, it's smell on the mouth. Between palate and tongue, here less permission, but good, mix with smell of far far way.
For the sense of touch, it's the light cold of wind on my white skin, and hotness of your arm around me.
Zane…
Sorry for all, i'm French, and my English is too bad. It's a translate of " Sensation automnale", one of my text. Translate is hard, but I hope you can understand the text.