Bunker

Jean-François now found himself in such a strange place. The lights were blinking, the floors were greasy, the looks they gave him seemed to cast a shadow of ill omen onto him.Blending in had always been one of his strengths. Middlish height, no beard, attractive, his...

Tristesse

Tristesse certainement éphémère, mais pas à mon échellePour moi qui doit en vivre chaque instant, c’est une série d’éternités

Prisoner

Look at me, slit my throatOut of my head, but hear me outThe spider of desire is plunging into my helpless heartEvery thought is darkSleep is filled with the tentacles ofno rest, every rest is thoughtno peace for me,I am the prisoner

The Juggler

To Joseph, whom we dearly miss I didn’t know Joseph so wellBut what I did know I will tell He would always greet you with the warmest welcomeHis open smile would tell you, everything you needed to know Since I’d met him he’d changed quite a lotFrom a quiet young man...

Petit démon

petit démon qui me regardede travers depuis tes yeux collésau bas d’un grand front qui menacedans le futur, ma tranquillité petit démon qui me suçoteaffamé, obsédé, mais discret,l’élixir pur de ma jouvencepour alimenter ton cerveau frais petit démon qui me racontedans...