Chaudron bouillonne - The Cookie Thief: poème et court-métrage

The Cookie Thief (Le Voleur de cookies) est un poème dont a été tiré un court-métrage avec Honor Fraser et Jack Davenport. Je ne me sens pas de traduire le poème car ça ne lui rendrait pas justice, alors pour ceux qui ne pannent rien à l'anglais: c'est l'histoire d'une femme qui alors qu'elle attend un avion, s'achète un sac de cookies. Puis elle va s'asseoir pour lire quand le type à côté d'elle, pas gêné, commence à piocher dans le sac et lui mange ses cookies. Mais en fait... De toute façon, le court-métrage n'ayant aucun dialogue, vous comprendrez facilement.

The Cookie Thief

A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."

With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

How many times in our lives,
have we absolutely known
that something was a certain way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true ... was not?

Grand merci à Hallospicegirl1013 pour avoir mis ça sur Youtube!

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