EN Letter from an old man The times, they are a-changin’, and your old man can barely keep up with them. Everything moves so fast, and I… I feel so slow.
EN White lights and blue gowns The old man stood still under one of the room’s bright white lights. He sat silently on a pale plastic chair, both arms resting on his lap. His blue hospital gown barely covered his wrinkled knees.
EN Paint it black We all thought we were so unique, so different, but in the end we were pretty much all the same.
EN Tombstone I know it’s been a damn long while since you saw me around these parts. Here, I brought you flowers.
EN Bet again Are we bound to carry our flaws until our legs fail; until our heart quits; until our mind snaps? Can we really escape ourselves?
EN A day in Vernazza He got out the train. It was a beautiful, sunny day in Vernazza. He had just said goodbye to his friend in Cinque Terre’s first colourful village, Riomaggiore. A lot of people were walking around him, mostly tourists. He smiled.
EN Coming home Mother, I’m coming back home. I miss the smell of your love-stuffed meals; you pressing me to help myself to another serving.
EN A Siargao story I am typing this on my cellphone with my left hand only. My right hand is of no use right now, stranded in an arm sling along with the rest of my arm. Five days ago I had a serious motorbike accident. A stupid mistake for which I can only blame my reckless self.
EN Try Listen, I know it ain’t easy. I know the tears come more often than we’d like them to. And I won’t lie to you: it won’t get any easier. It never will. But it’s alright. The heartbreaks, the pain, the anxiety, the struggles… it’s all alright
EN Dreams It doesn't happen every night. I could tell you it did, but I won't pretend to be tormented on a daily basis. Still, it happens at least once a month.
EN Creekside There’s a guy standing at a busy crossroads. He’s smoking a cigarette, oblivious to the cars and lights flashing past him.
EN Words he never said Now I’m dead Tell them I made my own bed And I’m sleeping in it forever Tell them about my head And how it only used to make things harder
EN Lifeguard Hanging in there while they stop and stare Isn’t there at least one lifeguard in the crowd? This kid’s in too deep, he’s about to drown In a pool of dark brown pricy poison
EN Crazy I guess the day you accept you’re crazy is the day you find peace. Nothing else matters, that kind of shit. Everybody’s crazy, you know.
EN Summer evening (part 3) Campfire’s burning slowly. It’s a dark, quiet night. We’re out of town, miles away from any urban center.
EN Summer evening (part 2) It’s been a long, hot day. As the sun went down though, wind got stronger. It’s colder now. People wear sweaters and shorts. It’s the kind of summer evening us folks in Quebec are used to.
EN Summer evening A pair of beautiful legs, barely hidden by a colourful summer dress. Killer stare, killer smile. There’s a friend by her side playing the guitar, doing a great job.
EN Why I love hip-hop The first time I heard a rapper brag I wasn’t much bigger than my school bag Twelve and I had just lost my dad
EN The lovely death of warmth Temperature on that autumn day was at its most bittersweet Cool, soft breeze, no jacket needed But you knew it wouldn't last
EN Sleep tight, ya morons Caulfield couldn't catch me through the rye Old Holden missed, left me hanging on the cliff to drop and die But I can't let go, can't let myself grow
EN Connected It isn’t really knowledge we crave When we surf the electronic, infinite wave We want to show, but we say share We’ll say anything, anywhere
EN Who am I? Nothing ever really dies, it is a full circle A wheel where all flows, disasters and miracles And in the violent storm of years passing by I am the blood vessel in the opened eye
EN The edge of the world Last night I sat at the edge of the world And I looked in silence at the hands of time They were playing with life Creating and destroying all of the things we know
EN Sherbrooke cafés I’ve been wandering through Sherbrooke cafés all day. Wondering where my mind has gone. Maybe I should ask the Pixies.
