Eternity [Poets Of The Fall] Français/English

[EN] 1 - Calm (Children Of The Sun)

Jaska slowly opened his eyes as the sunlight was already filtering through the thin curtains that covered the window. He took a few seconds to wake up, still noticeably blinded by the rays of the sun so early in Bengalore and still half asleep. It has been two days since the group arrived in India for a leg of their tour, and the day before had been particularly exhausting. The concert they had played had been fantastic but tiring, especially because of the ambient heat, and the six men had wanted to celebrate together the news that had so pleased them : the recent relationship of Jari and Olli. The guitarist smiled, thinking of the happiness of his two friends. Now that he thought about it, the relationships between the band members had all changed over the years. Jari and Olli had loved each other for a long time and finally dared to launch out, Markus and himself had grown closer over time and shared an even stronger friendship, Jani always made them laugh and above all trusted them, never hesitating to tell them what he had on his heart. To tell the truth, Jaska had the feeling of being closer to everyone, of knowing them, of having made a sincere friendship with everyone.
Still, his relationship with Marko seemed strange to him someway. He and the singer always understood each other, laughed together about every subject and in the same way had endless and fascinating conversations without ever getting tired of listening to each other's arguments. The two of them had always known how to communicate, never doubting that they were made to get along. But the brown had a hard time applying the term friendship to their relationship. Together, they had gone through many hard times, they had always said everything to each other, supported, helped, appreciated. Beyond a friendship, the link they shared had always gone further in a certain way. Neither of them would hesitate to put their lives in the hands of the other. With Marko, Jaska had learned a lot. In fact, they had learned from each other. Without any taboos, it was always together that they wanted to experience life, meet new people, new experiences, try things out. Nothing had ever stopped them, they were so eager to try. The guitarist couldn't help but smile, remembering all the things they had done together, alternating failures and successes. They had learned to love a lot of new things, as much as to never do other things again. Their relationship had evolved in this direction, even out of the band. They had gone further than ordinary friends would go. This imprecise and multiple aspect of the link which united them had never disturbed them. On the contrary, they found it different, unique and special, and there was no reason why it should change.
The brown shivered slightly, which immediately drew him from his thoughts. He noticed that no more sheets were covering him, and, used to sleeping shirtless, the sensation of a draft against his skin had surprised him. It was then that he realized that the steady, peaceful breathing he heard was not his. He turned his eyes to the man who was still sleeping next to him, observing, attentive, the calm and the gentle features of the man he had admired since he first got to know him. The singer seemed so sweet in front of him, completely huddled in the white sheet. Indeed, the hotel had for them only six rooms available, they shared them, and he slept precisely with Marko. The singer had such a serene, peaceful and innocent look on his face, as if nothing in the world could have corrupted this sweetness. However, Jaska knew it, Marko had often been hurt by the world. The guitarist had always been deeply in admiration of the way in which this man had been able to make the most of his painful past, get up, learn and move forward, a positive spirit, but never blind to the world. The singer's lucid gaze always knew how to see beyond those of others, as if he constantly perceived the true nature of the society and the world. But in his sleep, he regained the innocence of a child still preserved from everything.

The guitarist smiled in front of the sleeping and angelic face of the other, then, he stretched gently the way he would not wake him up, feeling his muscles loosen in turn. Knowing that he couldn't go back to sleep, the guitarist sat down on the bed slowly. He took a second to look at his cell phone. Once again his former girlfriend had written him a message begging him to come back. They had separated since a few months. Together, they did each other more harm thangood, kept arguing, hurting themselves almost voluntarily. The decision they took was the best, and the brown didn't regret it. Only, she refused to turn the page, going so far as keeping pretending to her loved ones. Jaska sighed, putting the object down again on the bedside table. He got up and went to the window which was still open. They had slept for a while, so the sun was already high. He gently lifted the curtain to close the window, glancing at Marko to make sure the light hadn't woken him up. Jaska yawned slightly and ran a hand through his messy hair. It was time for him to go take a shower. Today, they had no concert planned so he could take his time. The guitarist joined the bathroom and closed the door. He observed himself for a moment in the mirror before passing a little water on his face, then he undressed, entered the shower and took the time to enjoy the warm water to relax. Recently, he had been feeling more and more troubled by the insistence of his former girlfriend, and even more especially since Marko had seemed to him noticeably more distant, which didn't resemble him. Other elements, to be honest, bothered him all the more, but he preferred not to think about it. There was no reason for that after all, except that his tired mind took offense at what didn't concerned him.