I am back from Patagonia. I saw that my dreams were melting in winter. I saw that trees were kissing the dust. I saw the bays where the whales blubber. I saw old movies in old movies. I saw the door where Magellan threw its soul. And its boats. And I returned. I did not even take a photo.

I am back from Patagonia. I saw that my dreams were melting in winter. I saw that trees were kissing the dust. I saw the bays where the whales blubber. I saw old movies in old movies. I saw the door where Magellan threw its soul. And its boats.

And I returned. I did not even take a photo.

2 years ago

Raving

I like alleys. The shops, the inns. And the rain when  it it flows. I like the feet.  This parade. Shoes, knee socks. The puddles which frost.


I like this silence done by the intoxication of engines. When the city is lucky. When the city dies.

3 years ago

People are in love with New York. They are in love with Paris too. There are cities as those. Where we like waking up.

Me I’m in love with a girl. Then I like the cities where she passes. The smallest. The dirtiest. The swept by the wind. The banged by the sea. The lost in the desert. The corrupt up to bones. Decayed by the concrete and marked out in squares by streetlights.

People are in love with New York, but us, we shall not go to New York soon.

3 years ago

Vulgarity

How many words did you condemn to mediocrity? It’s because you don’t know how to stop. Where it is exactly necessary to stop you. How many adjectives for sad metaphors? How many words as knives? How many sharpened sentences?

How many words did you condemn to vulgarity?

3 years ago

Ends of times for the meaning erasers

Lately, I wrote with gums and erasers. The result was not brilliant. Silent and evasive. As the wind on the paper.

Today I found my pencils. They have all something of my memories. In stony knocks as exotic pebbles.

Because everybody knows it : I like the exotic pebbles. Ultramarine gravel does not fade as pavements.

3 years ago

The green bathrobe’s anecdote

I’m so sorry. I can’t remember very well. It was a green bathrobe. A worn one, with its undone seams. Hung as it could on the wooden coat rack.

Since I saw so many doors. Then I don’t remember well.

But it was one of these anecdotes that we tell during hours. While we laughed.

During days.

4 years ago

Let’s go shopping

Let’s go shopping, nights and days. I need a pair of pants, I need a lemon. Next saturday, I’ll take you out to the next supermarket. We’ll put them in the basket. We’ll kiss by a choc-o-bloc trolley.

Unless you prefer my single stitch of clothing on.

4 years ago

The first polyglot step

They laughed about me and my intention to open my english blog. And they were certainly right. But I numb it again. (If somebody knows what the hell does mean “I numb it again”, he can send me a mail or a comment).

Obviously now I’ve become internationally recognized in France, with my twelve regular readers, I must conquer the world, first in English, then in Cantonese. And sure, you will love me as a loser.

4 years ago