TWHOSF S4 E5: Celebrations!
INTRO
Luke: I’m like a wolf, once you have my loyalty, you have it for life
Jamie: Don’t be fooled by my good looks, I’m just as deadly as anyone in the arena
Rashid: You’re never too old to have a little fun, or start a little trouble
Cody: I can be no one but myself, if you expect me to change, you’ll be disappointed
Ken: Even when you stumble and lose it all, it’s never too late to start over, I’m proof of that
Bosch: My family is as big as my heart is, and my love for them is even stronger
Ed: I may have started with nothin’, but now I got everything I could ever want
The Warrior Husbands of Street Fighter Season 4
Episode 5: Celebrations all around!
*Bosch’s House*
*It’s the beginning of March and the weather has gotten warm enough to come out of all the winter gear*
*Bosch, Nia, Kareena, Issac, Maya, and Hari are gathered around the table fretting like hell over finalizing the details of Deepa’s 50th birthday*
BOSCH
Bosch: Deepa’s birthday is only a week away and we’re still going over everything again. I know the girls wanna do it all on their own, but at this point, I called the damn expert in.
*Doorbell rings*
*It’s Luna wearing a short blackplain Gucci bodycon dress with rose gold Tiffany and Co. jewelry, looking beautiful as hell with her pout adorned with Chanel Rouge Red Lipstick. Removing her new black Louboutin heels and placing them by the door, setting her Chanel sunglasses and new Saint Laurent Purse on the edge of the kitchen counter, she walks over and greets everyone before she sits down*
Nia: We were trying to do this ourselves, but there’s so much to finalize.
Luna: You have the venue paid for...All the décor is included, good…Cake is paid for…so the catering… you haven’t decided a week out?
Kareena: It’s hard to find good Indian food here.
Luna: Don’t worry about that. I know a guy.
Hari: You always know a guy.
Luna: I know everybody. *She texts one of her people and is waiting on a response*
Bosch: I gotta ask…did Rashid really buy a yacht, a whole yacht?
Luna: Yep, he’s always buying shit on a whim. He bought me a fucking Range Rover for my birthday and a Russian Sable coat for Christmas. That’s not even counting Valentine’s Day. I tell him, “Baby, I can buy it myself.” He tells me that it’s his duty as my husband to take care of me and to just stack my money for whatever I want. He’s traditional with a little bit of fucking crazy. He even spoils the kids the same way. My daughter has a fucking Dolce & Gabbana coat for fucks sake…and my guy responded, if you’re up for it in about an hour, we can go have a food tasting.
Nia: We’ve gone through everyone in town, where’d you find him!?
Luna: I got it like that, mama. Are y’all ready to roll out?
Bosch: In the Range Rover?
Luna: Us girls will ride in my car; you guys can follow us.
Maya: I’ve never been inside of one before.
Issac: We’ll follow in style, let’s hop in my new Beemer Convertible.
Bosch: Don’t you have a Tesla?
Kareena: I have a Tesla…and when are you two gonna get a new car? Y’all have the money.
Bosch: Soon.
Nia: Speak for yourself hon, you know I just bought my Audi A5. Stylish, luxurious, and yet practical. That ride you have is busted.
Bosch: I don’t need a new car.
Nia: Yeah, you do.
Bosch: We’re not discussing this right now…let’s just get where we have to go.
Nia: Fine.
*The girls are riding with Luna and the guys with Issac*
*Luna’s car*
Luna: That looked like it was about to get ugly.
Nia: Bosch has worked very hard to get to this point. We both have in our own careers. Bosch is afraid of the money, like he is his success at times. I would have assumed its because he grew up in Nayshall, but I grew up poor too. I didn’t imagine being where I am now. I just want to enjoy life and the fruits of our labor with him but he’s holding himself back.
Kareena: I know he avoids it, but you two need to talk about it soon. I don’t care when.
Luna: We’re here.
Maya: It’s so luxurious, like I feel I wouldn’t be aloud in this place.
Luna: You will with me. Let’s go.
*She greets the caterer and it’s like a bougie ass BET film when she does it. The food tasting goes incredibly well and the man is hired. Luna has skills and connections*
Caterer: So, what menu will you decide upon? *He is leering at Nia pretty obviously, Bosch is glaring*
Nia: Menu B, unanimously. This food is exquisite.
Caterer: Excellent, all of the cuisine will be prepped in the provided venue kitchen, as long as you’re on time to allow us access inside.
Kareena: Yes, I will be there at 1 pm that day.
Caterer: Perfect.
Luna: Dhruv, it’s a been a pleasure seeing you.
Dhruv: The pleasure is always mine, Luna…
Luna: Have a nice day.
*As they walk out*
Maya: Did he try to hit on you just then?
Luna: He can try, but there’s no damn way he’ll ever even sniff the panties. I’m still from the streets, I will body his ass.
Maya: Does Rashid know?
Luna: Yeah. He hates for me to deal with him, I only did because Deepa’s party is that important. I hate the motherfucker in reality. That smile is all dental implants you know. Last time, Rashid beat the shit out of him so bad, he fucked all of his teeth up that didn’t just get knocked out entirely. That was 2 years ago.
Nia: Don’t deal with him anymore, please. The way he was leering at me too nearly had Bosch ready to throw his ass out of the window.
Luna: *Unlocking her car* I won’t for fucking sure, slime ball ass. *She close the door and waits for others as she starts the car* Never again.
*Everyone rides back to the house, excited and happy*
Kareena: Now we need to take mom shopping tomorrow to find her a cute new dress…but we have to make it like we’re getting it for a photoshoot instead of a surprise party.
Nia: Done and done, See you sisters.
*Once everyone disperses and Nia and Bosch are alone in the house*
Nia: Bosch. We’re going to talk about this.
Bosch: No, we’re not, let’s just go to bed.
Nia: NO, WE’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW!
Bosch: Baby, come here…*He kisses her trying to initiate sex but she stops him*
Nia: STOP IT! You’re not gonna fuck your way out of this!
Bosch: I’m not talking about this shit with you! You’ll never understand! Your life is so damn perfect, and you’re just walking around without a care in the damn world spending money! I have shit to worry about!
Nia: Are you kidding!? I worked hard perfecting my craft to get to where I am today as a woman in the tattooing world! I am proud of how far I’ve come! I grew up poor, with a piece of shit father I had to escape from! I didn’t come from money so don’t act like you’re the only one who had it hard!! I spend money because I earned it! I enjoy things I never had and I want my kids to have it within reason!
Bosch: Money goes to people’s heads! It changes them!
Nia: It hasn’t changed a damn thing about me and I sure as hell hope you don’t think it has. You need a new car. You spend so much money fixing that damn thing. Money doesn’t change people; it brings who they really are out. If you’re not that person, it will show no matter how rich you are. I love you Bosch…with everything in me…and if money can change you from the man I fell in love and married…I have no idea what to say.
Bosch: I’m scared…I’ve always thought I’d be poor and at first, I just started this shit as a hobby and now it’s a career. That top 5 list scared me for real. I never thought I would ever accomplish this, hell, I never thought I’d find a woman as strong, intelligent, ambitious, talented, bold and absolutely sexy as you are to be my wife and the mother of my children who took on helping me take care of my sister. I love you, Nia. *Sweet kisses, so adorable and he holds her close*
Nia: I’m taking your ass to get a new car in the morning before I go shopping with mom and the sisters, right? And we're going to embrace all of what we worked for, RIGHT?
Bosch: Alright, and now…can we go relax? I need a nap.
Nia: I thought you were ready for some action babe.
Bosch: I’m suddenly awake…there’s 69 reasons why I am.
Nia: You can’t out freak me baby doll.
*They go in a room and let’s just day, all 69 reasons were not only fulfilled, but Nia got 8 inches of delight as well*
*A small diner serving up guilty pleasures*
*Ed and Tamiia are out by themselves there*
ED
Ed: This is my first interview for this show. I’m keeping it short n sweet because I ain’t got a lot to ramble on about. I was created to be a vessel for the soul of an evil asshole who’s now long gone, I was raised by a dude named Balrog, was sought out by the remnants of the organization the asshole was the head of, and now I’m here. I got myself a wife outta the blue, got a kid and another kid on the way…so shit…I guess I just jumped head first into this whole husband/father thing…
Tamiia: Mom hates this place but I loooooove it. Nothing beats a 10 piece buffalo wing combo with fries, extra ranch and a lemon lime soda.
Ed: Yeah, everyone needs to unwind and enjoy some delicious junk food every once in a while. *1/2 lb burger and fries are on his plate*
Tamiia: I’m happy we’re having this kind of time?
Ed: This kind?
Tamiia: Father/daughter time. I love being with you, dad.
Ed: Is it because you didn’t have one before?
Tamiia: That’s part of it, I also feel so safe with you. Like nothing bad will ever happen when I’m with you. It’s probably also why mom loves you. She feels safe and loved.
Ed: Nothin ever will, I gotta protect my girls. All three of my girls.
Tamiia: You know, it’s probably fate. The way your life was, you needed girls in your life to protect. My goodness these wings are the best. So saucy and spicy, but still crunchy…just like that greasy ass burger you have.
Ed: That’s why this place is OUR spot, Tee.
Tamiia: You know it.
*The two continue to savor the greasy meals together and just laugh together and talk*
*The mayor’s office*
*Wife Spotlight*
*A beautiful dark skinned biracial woman is seen on the phone*
FIRST LADY MELANIE TRAVERS, MAYOR CODY TRAVERS’ WIFE
Melanie: I know a lot of people are curious about what I do , especially when my husband is swamped with work like he has been for the past few weeks, so you get to tag along with me for a little bit. City Council has been up his ass. He’s cleaned up this city very effectively, and yet John Roland won’t shut his ass up. “You’re spending too much money.” It’s better than our constituents losing theirs in the criminal underworld. Fucking bitch ass dickwad.
Yet another fundraising event needs to be held in order to fund our interests. I usually host the parties around here. It gets more people involved and willing to donate.
Marianne: So, the garden party will be held the first Saturday in April. Everything will be taken care of. Food, entertainment. It will be the pinnacle of elegance.
Melanie: *Stares and sighs*
Marianne: Mrs. Travers, are you alright?
Melanie: How long have we been at this?
Marianne: About two hours.
Melanie: Everything sounds good, by the way…but I need a break.
Marianne: I agree, you look stressed…there’s been a lot going on with your husband at city council, you planning this fundraiser, and you even own a clothing line now. You are spreading yourself thin and your husband is stressed as hell too. I think you need each other right now.
Melanie: Yeah…
Marianne: He’s back in his office… you need to go get some dick.
Melanie: *Laughs* I swear we corrupted y’all.
Marianne: It’s better than working with people like John Roland.
Melanie: Well, I’m gonna go see my man.
*Marianne teases her as she goes to his office where he is on the phone, once she walks into the office, Cody ends the call*
Cody: Hey sugar. You lookin good.
Melanie: Hey, my king. You need to relax, and so do I. *Closes the door and draws the blinds pulls out the glasses they keep in the room and pulls out the flask with bourbon in it and pours it*
Cody: Oh, hell yeah. *Takes a sip and instantly relaxes*
Melanie: I swear this party planning is annoying, I don’t know how Luna does it all the time.
Cody: It’s just her career. You’re not into planning it so much as you’re into execution.
Melanie: You’re right about that. What happened with John Roland?
Cody: I got the votes I needed for that crime initiative and John Roland got up talking about my past again, my prison sentence, and he even brought you up. Saying I should have gotten a proper blonde haired wife, like my ex. I whooped his ass right in the chamber. I don’t give a shit about that noise he said about me, but he trash talked you and I had to put his ass in between the chair and the motherfuckin table.
Melanie: That’s my man…I love you.
Cody: I love you, sugar.
*They finish the bourbon*
Cody: Come your fine ass here and let me help us relax some more.
*Melanie walks over and straddles him and they are kissing so passionately that the camera crew is frozen for a hot second, Once, they slink away…the door locks. He’s finna beat that cunt up and everyone else will ignore it*
*The next day*
*Everyone is getting ready for Deepa’s party*
*Ken’s House*
*The phone rings*
Ken: What’s up Ryu?
Ryu: Are you ready for the party?
Ken: Almost.
Ryu: I’ll be driving my wife there with me.
Ken: Really?
Ryu: I passed my road test this morning.
Ken: Hell yeah, dude! That’s awesome!
Krystal: Congratulations!!
Ryu: Aw thanks…
Ken: Thank the kids later.
Ryu:..I’ll see you at the party…*Call ends*
Ken: He’ll never live it down, ever. You look so damn good that I almost want to miss the part to fuck you on the kitchen counter.
Krystal: Nope, later. Let’s hit it!
*Alizio, an expensive banquet hall*
*Everyone is inside already except for the birthday girl and the daughters*
*They have her convinced that it is a birthday photoshoot, only to be met with the biggest surprise of her life*
*Deepa’s knees nearly buckle as she sees everyone there*
Deepa: All of this for me? Even my friend is here…Ishani…
Ishani: I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Blue is a beautiful color on you.
Deepa: I can’t believe you girls did this…
Nia: With Luna’s help…
Kareena: It’s your night, mommy.
E.Honda: It took a lot to keep the secret, but it turned out great!
*Deepa kisses her husband*
*Pictures are taken of incredible quality because of Luna’s photography connections*
*The meal is exquisite for sure*
*Everyone sings happy birthday to her as the massive cake is brought out*
Deepa on the microphone: Thank all of you for all of this. I never imagined any of this. I’m so happy everyone is here. Thank you, my daughters, Nia, Kareena, Maya, and my sons, Bosch, Hari, and Issac. I don’t use the term in-law, once you marry into my family, you’re all mine too. My children have grown up to be incredible people, and it’s reflected in how many incredible friends you all have.
Luke: We beat a guy’s ass for you!!! We’re definitely awesome for that!
Sarita: And I’m the crazy one?
*Deepa walks over and kissed Luke on the cheek in gratitude before continuing*
Deepa: My husband, Edmond. You are so wonderful to me, more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for showing me what love should be like. Let’s all get wasted!
Kareena: We are bad influences on our own mom, I’m lucky Issac’s parents are watching the kids. They don’t party.
Nia: She’s free and enjoying life like she should.
Stacie: The venue working out for you?
Nia: Very much, I can’t believe you got this place rented, the wait list is backed up for years.
Stacie: No one can resist the face nor the pocketbook of the impeccable Stacie Burgess.
*Believe me, everyone showed their asses on the dance floor all fucking night*
*Deepa has become quite the party animal*
*Jamie, Vega, and Ed just need to join Magic Mike at this fucking point. Seriously*
*The party continues into the night*
*The Next Day*
*Wife Spotlight*
*Kids are at school and daycare, husband is out patrolling the streets, just finished with lash client*
ANYA
Anya: I just finished the last client I had for individual lashes and it was a doozy. Now I’m to go grocery shopping. Jamie is raking in the dough lately after the Herbal Essences campaign and how he has a long term deal with them. I’m excited for him for sure. Of course, there was a snag in my damn day.
*Trader Johns. If you know the reference, you definitely know*
Anya: Ok, I think I have everything else…I just need the BBQ Lays for my husband and Hot Cheetohs for myself, and the Variety Pack to hide from the damn kids…
Female voice: Anya Pratt…is that seriously you?
Anya: *Glances over* I didn’t know you were even back in this raggedy city as you call it, Janet.
Janet: Living here is unfortunately necessary for me and my career as an actress. I was going to get the role in the new superhero film, but that bitch Stacie Burgess got the role instead of me. She isn’t that cute or talented, I don’t know how she won awards or has that fine ass husband of hers.
Anya: Her husband is not one many people in general, let alone women can handle.
Janet: I did the role in a new Netflix show, so that’s something. I’m going to get a lot out of this role monetarily.
Anya: Good for you.
Janet: Anya, you’re acting like we don’t know each other.
Anya: I know you well. You bullied me and Sarita from middle school al the way through high school. I know very well.
Janet: You still haven’t lost weight. Remember that diet plan I drew for you and Sarita? You didn’t follow it? You ass is still massive and those legs are huge. What are you a size 44?
Anya: 18, bitch.
Janet: And Sarita is still fat as hell?
Anya: You obviously don’t watch tv that doesn’t involve your fucking overrated ass face. The cameras should tell you I’ve been on tv for a while and so has Sarita.
Janet: For what? Who’d film your asses?
Anya: The Warrior Husbands of Street Fighter reality show.
Janet: Ah, can’t get real roles so reality tv it is…
Anya: Didn’t try.
Janet: Ugly average bitches get reality tv roles. *scrolls through phone* Although I may tune in, these men are fucking fine. Rashid, Bosch Waraya, the Mayor is gorgeous, and Jamie Siu…that Jamie Siu is gorgeous…I need him on my arm and Luke…oooh that booooody!
Anya: Off the market loser.
Janet: For now.
Anya: Let me inform your peanut ass brain of something. My name is Anya Siu. I’m a two time national martial arts champion, a successful lash technician, the creator of a popular makeup and skin care line, and part time model. I’m the wife of Jamie Siu, and am the mother of his four children. Put some respect on my name, Janet Lacey. And FYI Sarita Sullivan, my best friend, is the wife of Luke Sullivan, and is a stay at home mom to his five children, and she’s crazy and will cut your ass on sight.
Oh, and you’re looking at Rashid, the billionaire husband of Luna, the richest and most successful event planner in the country who is one of my closest friends an still a thug at heart. Bosch is the husband of my friend Nia, the Queen of Ink, and the First Lady of this city is my friend, former realtor, Melanie Travers. The other husbands are obviously the still famous Ken Masters who is married to my friend, former model and respected talent agent Krystal, Stacie is also a dear friend of mine by the way. Also, that new guy who just joined there…is my brother in law.
I’m well connected. Try me and your career is in fucking shambles and since this Metro City, I’ll beat your ass for good measure. Wanna try me? I thought so, get the fuck out of my way.
Janet: Women like you are afraid of competition. You see a gorgeous woman, such as a beautiful redhead like me, and your whole marriage is in jeopardy. You’re a bit better off than that cow Sarita but…all the same
Anya: Our husbands likes em big and thick, don’t get it twisted, they would never.
Janet: We’ll see each other again.
Anya: I’d rather not.
Janet: Wait until Shanika hears about this…oh yeah, my still friend Shanika is a record producer and former pop star.
Anya: More like one hit wonder and that song was trash. Go and be miserable bitch…I’m out.
*Anya checks out and places the groceries in her car*
*Her car phone rings, and it’s her husband*
Anya: Hey baby.
Jamie: I got all the kids, I’m headin home, I’ll probably beat you there.
Anya: Yeah, I can’t wait to see you…
Jamie: I know that tone, what’s up, my queen?
Anya: This bitch I went to school with, Janet is back in town.
Jamie: The one you told me that bullied you and Sarita?
Anya: The one in the same, the bitch on that one Netflix sitcom that was pretty much ass. She saw your picture on her phone and now she’s another woman after your ass.
Jamie: You know you have nothing to ever worry about. I married you forever, and Luke is annoying as shit but that dude is loyal if nothing else at all. Some women can’t accept that not every man who they think looks a certain way is attracted to thicker women and big women. Not slim thick, a woman with rolls and stomach pouches and real hips and thighs.
Yaya on the phone in the car: Don’t listen to her mommy! You are beautiful and nothing is wrong with your body, I know because my body is starting to look like yours and I’m proud of it!
JJ: It takes two to make good looking kids like us so don’t let her get to you, or we’ll roast her ass too!!
Anya: Thank you, baby, and my little ones too. And you’re waiting on me too? *Call ends as she pulls up seeing her family waiting for her*
*Anya gets out of the car and locks it before her kids give her a kiss, and Yaya gives her a big ass hug too before the siblings take the toddlers in the house and locks the door behind them*
*Jamie passionately kisses Anya before opening the garage door, grabbing her ass and then she jumps and locks her short legs around him. He brings her inside and sets her down on the chest deep freezer. The kissing getting heated and clothes being bunched up is seen by the camera as the door closes*
EPISODE END
ANYA’S OLD BULLY AND RIVAL TRIES IT, DON’T DO IT LADY. THE CHICK HAS POWERFUL AND DANGEROUS FRIENDS
ED AND TAMIIA’S BOND IS WHOLESOME AS HELL
CODY DON’T PLAY AT ALL, HIS WIFE IS HIS WHOLE BACKBONE
DEEPA IS SUCH A DOLL NOW, JUST FANCY FREE
NIA AND BOSCH’S SPAT WAS TENSE
LUNA KNOWS SOME PEOPLE AND SHE’S FUCKIN FABULOUS BUT NEEDS TO STAY AWAY FROM THE CREEP
RYU PASSED HIS DRIVING TEST!!!
UPCOMING EPISODE 6: Ain’t No Party Like a Yacht Party!
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Sous les feux que juin verse,
Comme l’éclair, Mireille court, et court, et court !
De soleil en soleil et de vent en vent, elle voit
Une plaine immense : des savanes
Qui n’ont à l'œil ni fin ni terme ;
De loin en loin, et pour toute végétation,
De rares tamaris ... et la mer qui paraît...
Des tamaris, des prêles,
Des salicornes, des arroches, des soudes,
Amères prairies des plages marines,
Où errent les taureaux noirs
Et les chevaux blancs : joyeux,
Ils peuvent là librement suivre
La brise de mer tout imprégnée d’embrun.
La voûte bleue où plane le soleil
S’épanouissait , profonde , brillante,
Couronnant les marais de son vaste contour ;
Dans le lointain clair
Parfois un goéland vole ;
Parfois un grand oiseau projette son ombre,
Ermite aux longues jambes des étangs d’alentour.
C’est un chevalier aux pieds rouges ;
Ou un bihoreau qui regarde, farouche,
Et dresse fièrement sa noble aigrette,
Faite de trois longues plumes blanches...
Déjà cependant la chaleur énerve :
Pour s’alléger, de ses hanches
La jeune fille dégage les bouts de son fichu.
Et la chaleur, de plus en plus vive,
De plus en plus devient ardente ;
Et du soleil qui monte au zénith du ciel pur,
Du grand soleil les rayons et le hâle
Pleuvent à verse comme une giboulée :
Tel un lion, dans la faim qui le tourmente,
Dévore du regard les déserts abyssins!
Sous un hêtre, qu’il ferait bon s’étendre!
Le blond rayonnement du soleil qui scintille
Simule des essaims, des essaims furieux,
Essaims de guêpes, qui volent,
Montent, descendent et tremblotent
Comme des lames qui s’aiguisent.
La pèlerine d’amour que la lassitude brise
Et que la chaleur essouffle,
De sa casaque ronde et pleine
A ôté l’épingle ; et son sein agité
Comme deux ondes jumelles
Dans une limpide fontaine,
Ressemble à ces campanules
Qui, au rivage de la mer, étalent en été leur blancheur.
Mais peu à peu devant sa vue
Le pays perd sa tristesse ;
Et voici peu à peu qu’au loin se meut
Et resplendit un grand lac d’eau :
Les phillyreas, les pourpiers,
Autour de la lande qui se liquéfie,
Grandissent, et se font un mol chapeau d’ombre.
C’était une vue céleste,
Un rêve frais de Terre-Promise !
Le long de l’eau bleue, une ville bientôt
Au loin s’élève, avec ses boulevards,
Sa muraille forte qui la ceint,
Ses fontaines, ses églises, ses toitures,
Ses clochers allongés qui croissent au soleil.
Des bâtiments et des pinelles,
Avec leurs voiles blanches,
Entraient dans la darse ; et le vent, qui était doux,
Faisait jouer sur les pommettes
Les banderoles et les flammes.
Mireille, avec sa main légère,
Essuya de son front les gouttes abondantes ;
Et à pareille vue
Elle pensa, mon Dieu ! crier miracle !
Et de courir, et de courir, croyant que là était
La tombe sainte des Maries.
Mais plus elle court, plus change
L’illusion qui l’éblouit,
Et plus le clair tableau s’éloigne et se fait suivre.
Œuvre vaine, subtile, ailée,
Le Fantastique l’avait filée
Avec un rayon de soleil, teinte avec les couleurs
Des nuages : sa trame faible
Finit par trembler, devient trouble,
Et se dissipe comme un brouillard.
Mireille reste seule et ébahie, à la chaleur...
Et en avant dans les monceaux de sable,
Brûlants, mouvants, odieux !
Et en avant dans la grande sansouire, à la croûte de sel
Que le soleil boursoufle et lustre,
Et qui craque, et éblouit !
Et en avant dans les hautes herbes paludéennes,
Les roseaux, les souchets, asile des cousins !
Avec Vincent dans la pensée,
Cependant, depuis longtemps
Elle côtoyait toujours la plage reculée du Vaccarès;
Déjà, déjà des grandes Saintes
Elle voyait l’église blonde,
Dans la mer lointaine et clapoteuse,
Croître, comme un vaisseau qui cingle vers le rivage.
De l’implacable soleil
Tout à coup la brûlante échappée
Lui lance dans le front ses aiguillons : la voilà,
Infortunée! qui s’affaisse,
Et qui, le long de la mer sereine,
Tombe, frappée à mort, sur le sable.
Ô Crau, ta fleur est tombée!... ô jeunes hommes, pleurez-la !...
📷 Sur le Vaccarès
Un extrait du chant X de Mirèio (Mireille), de Frédéric Mistral. Mireille s'est enfuie de chez elle pour implorer les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer d'infléchir la décision de son père qui refuse de la voir mariée au vannier Vincent, ce qui équivaut pour lui à une inacceptable mésalliance. Elle traverse la Camargue écrasée de soleil et est frappée d'insolation sur les rives de l'étang de Vaccarès...
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