Eternity [Poets Of The Fall] Français/English

[EN] 4 - Reunion (Dancing On Broken Glass)

The two men took a few steps, one beside the other, in silence. The autumnal cold, suddenly, had given them back a part of their lucidity. While a few moments earlier, they shared a divine embrace, none of them dared to look at the other now. They moved slowly, their footsteps sinking into the snow.

Jari was feverish. The freshness of the Finnish air contrasted with his hot body. In a few hours, he had gone through more emotions than in the time of ten years. Lost, he tried in vain to put his ideas in order. Everything was jostling in him, and nothing else made sense. Had he been mistaken when playing with Olli, he had thought to detect a shared happiness stronger than reason in the look of the guitarist ? He knew he couldn't and didn't wanted to step back. He was finally going to talk to the blond. If he was aware that he wouldn't bear to lose this man so dear to his heart again, after having thought to find him again, there was no doubt that he was no longer able to keep quiet and keep for himself what had tortured him for so long. The drummer's heart drummed in his chest. Definitively, nothing had diminished to him, but what about Olli ? The young man was rehearsing his fears in a loop, but this conversation would end it. However, could it be that beyond the completion of these, it's his existence to which it puts an end ?

Olli put his hands in his pockets, trying to hide the nervous tremors of his hands. The touch of the body of the one he cherished so much no longer left his mind. He would have liked to stay near him, against him, for hours. Yet he had resigned himself to let him go. After all, he was probably the only one who hadn't been able to pass throught his ordeal a decade earlier than by creating a fragile mask of lies. The things that had happened in the studio had troubled him beyond imaginable. If he had arrived with the firm intention of finally telling the brown what he was feeling, and apologizing for that painful past, he had not expected such a welcome. Had his friends been right to say that the youngest in the group still had eyes for him? It had seemed to him that Jari had also felt this alchemy in this musical piece, that Olli, who played it alone every day, had begun without hesitation.

The melody still resounded in their ears. They were, before this day, the only ones to have ever heard it. Together, they had played it so often. The guitarist had written a tablature in honor of the drummer. Jari had struggled to hold back tears when he first heard it. This music was theirs. Affected that the other remember so well each note, they had, for a moment, found their complicity lost and regretted.

The blond, with rosy cheeks, more by the presence of the brown than by the cold, passed a hand through his hair. Jari looked at him furtively, thinking of his eldest mania when he felt anxious. The drummer stopped at the corner of the building they were walking along. There was no window there, and even though he knew their friends wouldn't have seen them, he wanted to be completely alone with Olli. Face to face, they smiled at each other, embarrassed by the moment they feared as much as they had hoped. Finally, the guitarist, in a tone that wanted to be detached but that betrayed some stress, decided to break the ice.

"-Happy birthday Jari. Time passes quickly, thirty-six years today... he said, nostalgic. Ten years have passed, you have not changed much, you wear time well. You're always more talented than the day before, always smiling, the same flame in your eyes... He paused, plunging his eyes into the drummer's.

- Thank you Olli, even if I continue to think that I would never be as talented as you are, and that my eyes will never be up to the intensity of yours. Replied the drummer, troubled."

The two men exchanged a long gaze. They finally rediscovered themselves. The eyes that they had missed so much didn't leave them. They were trying to remember the last moments they had together, only the two of them, to really see each other. They needed to speak but neither of them dared to start, to break the moment that meant so much to them. In spite of their instinct, they never ceased to doubt. It was Jari who, after an eternity contemplating the blue eyes of the guitarist, began the discussion they had been waiting for ten years.