The condor

Press :   Listen to my song: 

I am embraced by the wind...
like a condor, I'm born free
high up in the mountains or 
low on the plains. I have no rules,
no barriers to stop my runs in the
sun to try and reach the sun...
my nights are free and undisturbed
so I rest my head covered by my
wings. My eyes are my friends 
they keep me alive at all times.
The moon is my companion while
the wind will bring me treasures
for my young ones.  Oh how I long 
those few drops of rain to bath
and cool my strong spirit.  I can 
jump over a pond or a stream for
food but only if my growling stomach
is heard.  Do not cower at my sound
between the mountains, cause I am
the condor of these mountains and
I will share them with you if you
show respect for me... 

Yesterday when I was young

Classics will never die,

we just put them in a trunk

and go find them when need

arise....

Seems the love I've known has always been

The most destructive kind
Guess that's why now I feel so old
Before my time.
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerns itself with me and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue

And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young...

Flower power

Is there a conclusion as to the healing power
of a flower...
Me, you and all of us during the brutal winter
months are like birds searching for nectar
for a ray of sunshine that seems illusive,
sure we can catch quite a bit of flakes,
frozen rain, at times even a frost or too (I hope it's
no one's case since frostbites are dangerous with
a lasting consequence).
So lucky those who either have a touch with house
flowers or who are close by to a botanical garden,
where one can spend hours looking, admiring,
sniffling the delicate fragrance of the winter flowers.
That's what I can flower power to recharge our mental
batteries and keep up going until spring comes along
and donates us flowers blooming in the nature for all
of us to finally enjoy for quite a while until we are forced
to go back to the inside category of flowers for solance
and peace of mind.

Falling star

On a starry night stop at the sight
of this nightly beauty, open your eyes
along with your heart,
counting the stars is worthless
you would certainly miss some
they are not all in the sky
a few came to shine in your eyes.
Stretch your arm while
opening your hand to
collect the falling star
reciting the same words
"I love you". It's warmth
in your palm is magic
keeping you prisoner of
it's sensibility. Oh keep it
tight telling all your
deepest secrets, your joys,
your desires of a joyous
life that you keep dreaming
nightly.
"O little falling star,
don't leave me tonight,
at least for tonight be my
confident, my friend
listening to the sweet words
that only you can hear,
little star let me sleep with
you at my side at least for
one blessed night. Little
star don't leave me alone
I will die if you go back to
your life...".

Peace and quietness

Just give me a moment,
yes only a moment to take in this view,
oh how I feel serene with myself.
When will I sing a joy so immense
to the world that is around me.
Please don't disturb my concentration
I try to sing with the birds who are waiting
for me.  Under my feet I feel the earth move
so I salute this day with a frenetic dance,
my feet are like an angel's wing moving
along the whims of the wind, oh how
I love it, who cares about the curious looking
on, I don't see them I just see the crack of
light that reaches me,pushing me to keep on
dancing.  Who cares if the seagulls laughs at
me or the dog is wandering who this crazy
lady is.  I feel my breath reach the world
surrounding me, embracing me entering way
down to my heart and both are singing to the
mysterious mandolin playing silently by the
blind man who looks after me & taking in
all my steps so not to hurt anyone who
stops, laughs and keep going...
That's my way of reaching peace and silent
quietness that envelopes me and only me
on the shores of this flowing water, god
bless me and the river for being my friend...                   

Walking

Dangers lurks on every walking moment
on an absent mind. 
Dangers follow every steps you take
there's no sound to warn you,
shadows are silent and nature
keeps on sleeping. 
No birds are awake,
very few leaves are dancing tonight,
animals are fearing your steps
but will not hide, curious to see
a human not chasing them away.
Suddenly a chill on my spine 
warns me that danger is ahead
my eyes are fearless commanding
my brain to keep on going, where to
I still don't know.... the music is
stopped and I just stand slowly
falling victim to my daily demons
created for me and by me....

Humble for always.

Music of Thanks for the dance...


Thanks for the dance
I'm sorry you’re tired The evening has hardly begun Thanks for the dance Try to look inspired One two three, one two three one There’s a rose in your hair Your shoulders are bare You’ve been wearing this costume forever So turn up the music Pour out the wine Stop at the surface The surface is fine We don’t need to go any deeper Thanks for the dance I hear that we’re married One two three, one two three one Thanks for the dance And the baby you carried It was almost a daughter or a son And there’s nothing to do But to wonder if you Are as hopeless as me And as decent We’re joined in the spirit Joined at the hip Joined in the panic Wondering if We’ve come to some sort Of agreement It was fine it was fast We were first we were last In line at the Temple of Pleasure But the green was so green And the blue was so blue I was so I And you were so you The crisis was light As a feather Thanks for the dance It was hell, it was swell, It was fun Thanks for all the dances One two three, one two three one


NB: Photo is not mine, but this spring I
will go & take a photo that will be mine.
If author objects - just leave me a note
will remove it.

I just found out he is resting in my city.

Peace on earth

On this 24 December, only missing 6 minutes
to midnight, I feel secure and protected
in my little corner of the world.
The world is either quiet or full of turmoil
but comes 11:59 all men of good will,
animals and sea world stops for that minute
and peace descends on us all.
Let there be no sickness, hate, killings,
jealousy disturb that one minute awaited
by all.  Look up at the sky and say with
your mind, your body or anything that
you like.  'THANKS, TONIGHT I'M ALIVE...'

Warning from an angel

When the angel comes
be ready to listen to her/him.
On a daily walk by the river,
way down by a little stream
there was this little formation
screaming to me.
I could hear a sound,
but never turned around,
I saw shadows that blinded me,
but kept on walking.
I stumbled on a piece of ice
and then I saw the little
angel laughing at me
for not paying attention to her
warnings. 
I picked himself up with a
red face, took my camera from
the ground, hoping it was still
functional (and happy it did not
land in the stream) and snapped
a couple of shot at the icy angel
thanking her in silence for showing
me that I am not better than anyone
else ...

My little angel

My womb was the angel's home,
The moment she took over my body
I knew that the time was long to pass,
how I loved this tiny creature
growing in my body no one will ever know.
She spread her wings to tell me to slow down,
she would kick if I became lazy, she wanted
to move around.
Somersaults were her specialty until
tiredness took over, then she would suck her
thumb in silence giving us time for resting.
Oh my little angel don't ever forget me
tell your friends to be good to you,
otherwise they will deal with me.
Little angel with golden hair
let them blow at the whim of your desire.
Let no one tell you that those gorgeous
blue eyes were not the mirror of your               
keepers eyes. Let me share a tear or two,
that is what I can do.  My arms are empty
and cold, my heart is heavy and full of
sorrow. I can feel your caress when you
visit me even dough I can't see you.
There my angel be happy and free in
your world and never forget me, remember
that I can't see you, but I can feel you.....

NB: At this time of the year, I feel sad for
people who have lost a newborn child.
May mother and child love each other
without putting a distance between their
love. My own mother lost twins at 8 months
pregnant. I still recall the sadness one could
read in her eyes.  Hope now they are all 
happy in heaven.  
 

Volcano

In the depth of the night
when all is covered of silence
lights dance in the darkness
mesmerized by the flames
dancing around me
tantalizing my eyes and feelings.
I can't stop them, for fear of
loosing this moment.
How I've reached this point
without any effort, just by
shear imagination of mine
in the darkness of the night.
I let you go on this night
I waved at your dancing away
from earth, leaving me
behind to catch all your breath
to make them mine, your
shining tears caught in my
hands to cherish in darker
nights. No words for now,
one day when my anger at
loosing you, I will cry my heart
out imploring you to come and
get me to be with you, you
gave me the fire of life and
I wanted it back in your arms.
             

December 6th 1989

Today December 6th, 1989 (30 years ago)
around 4 P.M. started the massacre of 14 young
engineering women.  Their only crime for such
a death was being a WOMAN.  They were at
the university of Montreal in the engineering
faculty when a young man bursted in the classroom
asked the male students to go out and started
shooting at the female students, then walked out
and started shooting at more students.
It was a pure and simple a crime against female
that lasted 20 minutes or so.
At the end with his own semi-automatic gun killed
himself. Crimes against female is still strong today
around the world, it has no class, no ethnicity, no
age barrier, no one is safe unless society takes full
responsibility and says 'END' this war against
women.
These young women are crying from their graves,
seing that their death did not stop this nonsense violence
still going on today. Politicians, look at their pockets,
manufacturers it's their balance sheet on gun sales that
counts, everyone is good at talking but no one is good
at stopping it... these women are not here anymore
but WE are and WE are doing nothing....

                   

The horse

What are we doing to our animals.
Our friends need a voice,
Juno here is a gentle animal,
very affectionate and also intelligent.
A fully white and only a touch of
color on his mouth and huge sad
eyes. I asked around as to who was
the owner to no avail.  I gave an apple
and his ears perked as if saying "are
you going to fed me again soon". 
he was shivering and with a messy
mane, wished I could have brought him
home with me. I continued to pat him,
talked to him, and fed him more apples.
Finally with broken heart I snapped this
shot and just drove away.  Silently
Promising him that I would stop by
next time I'm in the area with more
apples and carots.

Return to sender

In the mist of the night
deciding to leave me behind
I let you go my friend
for other pastures and competing
friends  Remember that the window
of my heart is also open upon
your return. I promise you no scenes
of jealousy for fear of loosing you again.
Even holding you back
not knowing to stop
your race, now I die in
million pieces for I miss you
so dearly.  I look and search
the black sky with no sights
illuminating it. Clouds are
great to play with on daylight,
but they are not you my friend,
I sit and wait, I sleep and wait,
I run after you and I'm still waiting,
my wait will end the day of your
great dance at the edge of my
heart, come back soon, I'm still
waiting for you....

Crying Rose ...

Hi everyone...
When I started this project on the ROSES,
never taught about a great lady.
Norma Jeane Mortenson 
better known as 
Marilyn Munroe
We all know her story
good or bad, she was like a rose,
a rose that breathed, lived, cried
just like you and me.
We remember the famous photo
of her dress blowing,
we also remember her faults,
she was made of flesh and blood,
like you and me. When she passed away
broken hearts she left behind,
especially one such man true to his 
love for her until his own death 
in 1999, Mr.J. DiMaggio arranged for 
the next twenty years from the passing
of his loved Marilyn, to have
fresh flowers (mostly roses) 
put on her grave on a weekly basis. 
Someone, somewhere created 
a rose called the
" Marilyn Munroe" rose.
and I believe it's this one...

Heaven's music

Just go to listen please:

Music like this you will never
hear it again in your life....
It last 7 minutes
Enough time to reach heaven
and not want to return to earth.
I just spent an hour listening to it
and it's blowing my mind away.

Comprehend

Understanding,
comprehension,
happiness and sadness
go hand in hand but only
in my wildest dreams
when I am lost in thought
My emotions are intertwined
so tight in a knot,
I can’t stop thinking with
my mind constantly racing
faster than the wind zooming past a crowd
I hear a voice in my head getting loud and
my mind multi tasking all at the same time,
but I can’t seem to control it.
It's like a horse running wild,
a deer slowing down for a rest
deep down you may feel something
but it's appearance is so different,
wishing to experience what other feel,
so that I too could finally get it.
My life is a maze, if I adventure in it
all seem familiar yet I just can't find my
way trough it. 

Where are you

Where are you,
how did you get there,
why do you appear,
then disappear?
You adore to play
with humans feelings,
shaming who ignores you.
Mercy me for turning my
head when you look at me
with those bright eyes
but you lost the pleas of
my lover. How can I
convey the dancing words
of my heart if you keep
loosing our messages.
It's easy for you to be
in my heart and within minutes
in my lover's heart, mocking us
for our believes that you are
our friend.  Oh moon, Oh moon
I detest you when you appear
but I cry for you when you
don't show yourself.  I'll
blow kisses for you to carry
over the ocean and deposit
them in my lover's sleeping face.
Do not loose them on your way
to his room, gently place them
on his lips for him to taste my
lips even if at distance....

Hello snow

"What a sight it is,
the virgin white snow
that came down at night
just for small children to
watch with their eyes
full of sleep.  
Silver flakes light the
sky, dancing around
like night flies.  
Oh snow why come at night
knowing that I can't come out.
Will your presence still be 
there when the robin wakes
me up, please don't go away
I will embrace you,
feeling your freezing touch on my
bare feet. My hands red from
cold is nothing compared to 
your touch.  Delicate
and freezing, silvery and watery
tickling my red nose knowing
full well the joy of being your
friend for quite a while.
Be patient and will be there
with you in the early morning
hours, just you and me before
the world awakes and breaks
the magical spell between us...."

Blue sky

Under a red or a blue sky I walked,
unaware to be the last,
alone I was not,
my trench bodies at my side
looking all at the unique red sky,
knowing full well
that it could be our last sight.
We ran,stumbled and ran
some more,
where to, no one knew.
Objects were coming down rapidly
blocking our runs it did.
One by one down we went,
sand,smoke and fire burning us
piece by piece, not feeling pain,
but luring each of us to crosses
that stood ready to receive us...
People. let not our shed
blood be invane, it hurts immensely
to leave this world for you
not to appreciate our parting,
we are long gone, but you
should keep our memories
alive & not be the ones to
write these lines over again....
month: November
day:     11th,
hour:    11th hour
of 1918.
Plus subsequent wars since then.

PS: this is for both my grandfathers who served
& passed right after the 'great war', but also for
uncles who served on the second and all others
thereafter.
                             

Remember US...

In Flanders Fields - John McCrae

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

        In Flanders fields.

Stone

They call me STONE.
Looking like a stone is a hard life,
keeping a stone face is even harder.
I'm bypassed, assaulted,
frozen and broken all at once.
On all sundowns or sun ups
I loose a piece to time.
I, in a way have, a heart
in seeing humans,animals
spitting, kicking,escalating
me all the time.
I can cry or shine but my
favorite time is I become a
pillow to lovers.
I do not understand my life
here where I have no saying
other than just endure it and stay quiet....