A Love Story That Never Ends (Version en français au bas de la page) The road calls me from the top of her lungs. She cries for me to bring her my presence. In a month and a half, she and I will end up in each other’s arms to[…]
Je reviens de la route, fatigué des kilomètres avalés et par la solitude des fast-food de l’autoroute. Je reviens de la route après une série de spectacles et je me sens, en voyant l’enseigne de Montréal et son interdiction de tourner à droite au feu rouge, un peu comme[…]
The Vagabond wandered from one place to another, aimlessly, hypnotized by strangers leaving and arriving at the station. Some were travelers, the others were regulars, but all moving to a specific destination, with one goal in mind–except him. He felt that he was the center of a vast universe where[…]