Behind the walls in an average grey street
the master of the silent treatment lives,
married to his bitter beaten spouse
with their child, never hugged or kissed.
Sad windows know the empty rooms
where in at times the rains do seem so sympathetic,
but to be honest: they do’n’t care no more
of what is going on in that old house
nor who is sobbing in the attic.
But look, the child is stepping out the door.
His red balloon is brightening up the street.
Watch how he bravely walks away from home.
Maybe it’s to a better, safer place;
he goes with almost dancing feet.
Le Ballon Rouge, 1956 – Albert Lamorisse