/Oneonta, NY State, 2000/

Un coup de pagaie
Je glisse sur le marais
Entre les vieilles souches d'arbres
Le chien patauge
Me suivant comme un ami
Et je me cale au milieu
Un soleil de plein été
J'enlève mon T-shirt
Et m'étend sur la barque
Il n'y a pas de vent, pas de nuage
Qu'un grand sentiment de liberté
Et de bonheur calme
Etendu comme l'eau
Grand comme les pins verts
Avec les marais


/The Poconos, Pennsylvania, 2000/

You were walking down the river,
And then it was like a dream.


/Cologne, Germany, 2004/

There she stood
On the balcony
Lie was a matter
That did not exist
I turned a blind eye
And trusted her beautiness
She was a beauty.
I took her on the balcony
I didn't believe
I could touch her lips
Her palms
Her hair
Her shoulders and her back.


/Berlin, Germany, 2005/

We're cracking
Can't you hear?
It cracks

We're damaged
Damm
It's broken
It falls.

It's gone
It's over
Broken.

Dumb
Dump me
Kiss me

Fallen
Hear it falling
It's over

I lay
I hear it coming
I wake up


/Berlin, Germany, 2005/

Take a car
Your cry
You leave
You walk and do not meet
The perfect image


/Brussels, Belgium, 2007/

I run on the highway to find where it goes.
And as I keep on going nothing shows up.
I keep to run on the long highway alone
I fall all, suddenly, facing the concrete.
So I start running again looking fowards.
Looking backwards. Looking left, and right.


/Brussels, Belgium, 2007/

The Kids are playing in the park
In the spirit of a man
The kids are smelling the obvious
I don't recall the shoes

The kids are grabbing their football
On the grass of the park
The kids are living
I don't recall the sweater

The kids are living in the park
In the slippery city
The kids are blind
I don't recall the body

/Brussels, Belgium, 2008/

A car door which can be the line of my thoughts
The people who are the people trying to be in the skin of someone they've heard of
The road tree blocks and wooden boards left to trash as a violent break away to my thoughts

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