WHEN SHE TALKS ABOUT LOVE, IT'S ALWAYS IN A EXPLICITE OR IN AN IMPLIED WAY, SPEAKING IN THE FIRST OR THIRD PERSON, FEMININE AND MASCULINE,
IN « NINOMIYA », WENDY SYLVAIN DESCRIBES THE DIFFERENT STATES OF MIND AFTER A BREAKUP WITH THE SO-CALLED NINOMIYA.
HER PROJECT DIVIDED INTO FIVE PARTS IS ACCOMPAGNIE BY TEXTS : « ORANGEADE » SHOUTS OF A NEWFOUND FREEDOM AND RECKLESSNESS, «THE BLUES » IS FULL OF ANGER AND SORROW, « A GREEN SWEET DRINK » IS STILL ATTACHED BUT WISH TO BLOOM, « THE BLUSHES » REINVENTS ITSELF AND ENJOY THE NIGHT WITH SOME LINGERING FEELINGS, « LEMONADE », FIRMLY, THINK BACK TO EVERYTHING THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED AND MOVE FORWARD.
SHE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT THOSE IMPORTANT MOMENTS IN LIFE, WHEN YOU HAVE TO STEP OUT OF YOUR COMFORT OR DISCOMFORT ZONE IN ORDER TO GROW AND THIS FEAR OF MAKING DECISIONS THAT ARE AS FRIGHTENING AS THEY ARE VITAL.
IN THE CONTEXT OF THE COVID CRISIS THAT HAS SHAKEN ENTIRE LIVES, WENDY SYLVAIN THINKS OF EVENTS AS A TIME OF CHANGE, ADAPTATION, LOSS AND RENEWAL AND WANT TO ENCOURAGE READERS TO SEEK BETTER WELL-BEING FOR THEMSELVES AND THOSE AROUND THEM.
BY APPROACHING A MORE SERIOUS TOPIC IN A LIGHT TONE, SHE ADDRESSES TO ALL PEOPLE FACING AN ULTIMATUM : TO THOSE WHO DON’T DARE YET TO LEAVE A SPOUSE, A JOB THAT NO LONGER SUITS THEM, TO THOSE WHO HAVE TO GIVE UP ON A FRIENDSHIP, THOSE WHO WANT TO LIVE A NEW ADVENTURE IN A NEW CITY OR ANOTHER CONTINENT AND FINALLY THOSE, WHO HAVE SIMPLER CHOICES, BUT JUST AS PERILOUS, LIKE CHOOSING BETWEEN A PACKET OF BRAND A OR B CAKES.
THE BLUES
I’VE GOT THE BLUES,
YOU FLATTERED MY EGO AND I FLATTERED YOURS.
IN MY SUITCASE, PEBBLES.
BLUE DAFFODILS, I’VE GOT THE BLUES OF YOU.
I TAKE A SELFIE OF MY PRETTY BELLY, IT’S INDECENT.
I’VE GOT THE BROWN-EYED BLUES.
IT WAS EASIER WHEN I THOUGHT YOU WERE UGLY.
I’VE GOT THE BLUES AND LA VIE EST EN ROSE.
FROM ARGUMENTS TO ARGUMENTS, I SEE RED.
IT GIVES ME CHILLS.
YOU LOOK AT ME, AS COLD AS AN ICE CUBE.
I’VE GOT THE FUCKIN’ BLUES OF YOU.
THE NIGHT IS BLUE.
POSED LIKE A BEETLE, I SEE BLUE WHEN I THINK OF YOU.
BILLIONS OF RINGS ON YOUR FINGERS.
DO YOU KNOW WHY I’M FEELING BLUE TONIGHT ?
WHO CONSOLES YOU WHEN I’M NOT THERE ?
YOU KNOW, I DROWN MY SORROWS IN SPARKLING WATER.
CROCODILE TEARS FALL ON MY CHEEKS.
I’VE GOT THE BLUES AND YOUR FACE IS RED.
AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR BUILDING, I’VE GOT THE BLUES.
I CHEW AN INDUSTRIAL FLAVORED BLUEBERRY CHEWING GUM.
MY TONGUE IS PURPLE AND I’M FUCKIN’ PISSED OFF.
I WAS BLOWING BLUE BUBBLES AND YOU’RE FEELING BLUE ABOUT ME.
OUR CHEMISTRY WAS ELECTRIC BLUE,
ON MY ELECTRIC SCOOTER, I’M FUCKIN’ PISSED OFF.
IN MY SUITCASE, BLUE PEBBLES.
A GREEN SWEET DRINK
THIRSTY FOR NEGLECT, I WANTED YOU TO EAT ME ALIVE.
SALAD BETWEEN MY TEETH, WILL YOU KISS ME ?
I WAS A POTTED PLANT AND EVERY NOW AND THEN,
YOUR UNCERTAIN LOVE WATERED ME.
MY HANDS WERE TAPPING ON MY OWN CHEST WHEN,
YOU FAILED TO FULFILL MY DESIRES.
DEVOURED, I WAS NOTHING.
WATERING CAN IN YOUR MOUTH,
YOU WANTED TO WATER ME.
THE SEASON IS NOT IDEAL FOR CLUMSY BLOWJOBS.
YOU WANTED TO EAT ME ALIVE, BUT I HAD DREAMS.
SUITCASE IN HAND, OUT OF THE GROUND, I’M GOING !
I LIKED SELF-SABOTAGE IN 2033.
I REMAINED IMMOBILE LIKE A PLANT WHOSE,
YOU FAILED TO FULFILL THE DREAMS.
WATER, GIVE ME WATER !
THIRST QUENCHED THROAT,
I WOULDN’T SET FOOT HERE ANYMORE !
RAIN DANCE, I DANCE FOR YOU !
LET ME BLOOM, SAYONARA !
ON A CACTUS, I FIND REFUGE !
I’M LEAVING, HALLELUYAH !
HONEY, BLOOM, WATER YOURSELF!
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOTHING, BLOOM.
IT’S OKAY IF YOU’RE JUST THE WEED.
IN A POT, IDIOT ME, I DRANK NON-POTABLE WATER.
I WAS LOOKING FOR ANSWERS IN YOUR EYES.
AND I WAS RUNNING AWAY FROM THE WEEDS.
SELF CARE, SAYONARA ! ALEGRIA !
YOUR BURDENS BECAME MINE.
LIKE A STUPID COMPUTER,
I WAS RECITING WORDS THAT I HADN’T WRITTEN.
NO WORDS ANYMORE, I WATER MYSELF.
NO WORDS ANYMORE,
I WANT TO KEEP SOME GOOD MEMORIES OF YOU.
DEHYDRATED, LET ME WATER MYSELF AGAIN.
I DIDN’T REALIZE I HAD TO WATER MYSELF.
BE QUIET ! HONEY, LET ME BLOOM, IT’S A SAYONARA.
IT’S OKAY IF I’M JUST THE WEED.
GLORY TO ME! I CAN BLOOM ANYWHERE I WANT !
YOUR ROSEMARY SHAMPOO STILL MAKES ME DIZZY BUT I’M NOT COMING BACK.
I AVOIDED EVERY CONFLICT, HIDDEN UNDER THE GROUND.
UNTIL WHEN ?
ALEGRIA ! SUITCASE IN HAND, SAYONARA !
HONEY, I THINK OF YOU ON RAINY DAYS.
GLORY TO ME, YET I’M NOT COMING BACK.
