Last inventory before liquidation. A burnt pan, several dirty plates, cutlery, glasses, coffee grounds in the sink. Butts disemboweled in the ashtray, in order to recover a little tobacco. A bag lying around with the glass bins. A remnant of burnt quail and vegetables lying around on a plate on the table. Strands of hair on the edge of the bathtub, after shampooing. Egg scales, bones. A book placed open on the floor in bookmarks of an unfinished reading. Notes that hang around here and there with appointments, documents of administrative procedures to provide, prints of the I Ching. Yogurt …
The Dwarf
One day, a small garden gnome, made of cement, painted with acrylic, opened his eyes. He saw before him the garden, the mill, the spring and the goldfish pond, all this landscape below the fence of which he had never become aware. And here came an eleven-year-old child, who was going to school with a big schoolbag and opened the gate. Then, neither one nor two, his blood made only one turn, he took the opportunity to sneak through the streets of his village. He first came across the fairy bell, a giant clam frog, and stole her bread wand. …
Casino
One evening at the Casino, in a luxurious and comfortable palace, presented herself a false pagan beauty with blood-sharp lipstick, a real perfumery in itself, whose smell was spread in her wake. It was rather delusional, although the audience was not provided with specialists. It should be noted that she wore a low-cut dress, revealing a silicone chest. She was all knocking, all in tics, she fiddled with her hair and went to the roulette table, where she sat and fiddled with chips. A man of respectable age – pardon the expression – greeted her and kissed her hands. He …
Brooklyn
I go back to Brooklyn one day in October on my way to Broadway. I meet neighbors, friends, people from my neighborhood, I greet them all. An air of family with all those, an air of brotherhood, it is sunny at times, the warm air envelops me, the birds sing their ten o'clock in the morning, and if I went to make a cinema on Broadway, see Citizen Kane, like that, to celebrate the sun? But just around the corner from Broadway, there's this shop, Charles Adell, with its big mirror. And I plant myself in front, and I look …
If you were there…
If you were here, what would I do with you? My solitude today is too precious to me, too precious time, time for work, time for reflection, time for reading, and even time for boredom. And the time with you, what did it look like? Time came back in a loop, TV time, common bed time, lost time, French toast, fried eggs, pasta, I'm not hungry anymore. If you returned, it would be I who would take flight, the flight of days, hope, oblivion, the dream of happy days, the night, the moon, the stars, the milky voice, the clouds, …
It's hardly heard
Oh, for that, it doesn't make noise, it's hardly if you hear it… He arrives with muffled steps, like a cat, at the table he does not say a word, we have the impression that the television has swallowed him, and when there are people, he is content to observe from his corner, he says nothing. Otherwise, he is in his room, we do not really know what he is doing there. Passing by to go to the attic in his room, he is at his work table, he daydreams looking out the window, or on his bed, reading … …
Life is a mountain to climb
Life is a mountain to climb. Every day, a new challenge. Stand up, stand up straight to face existence. Wake up neurons with caffeine and nicotine. Washing, feeling the water that trickles down the body and carries away the little filth, the defilements of life. Then a time. A time of contemplation in oneself. How are you today? I hadn't taken the time to ask myself that question yet. In general, we answer with a trick … All right! So so. But how is it really? Or rather, what, in the end, is wrong? And look, since we're at this …
Hot boiling
Boiling hot. We accumulate, we mix, instructions for use.First you arrive at the appointed time, and you have this unpleasant feeling of being late. So you ask if you don't come too late. And here we tell you no, not at all. You ask, "Something is wrong?" "No" "You are sure" "Yes". Usually we welcome you with a bitter beer. This time we do not offer you any. "Can I drink something?" You are answered in a disappointed tone: "Yes, if you want.". Then you go to the table. You are not asked to hear from you, but from your …
Her mother's lover
One day, walking from street to street, zoning in the maze of low-rent housing in the Fontaine d'Ouche district, I found a Brazilian bracelet. It was very pretty, red, yellow and green, braided into diamonds. Oh no, it had no value, but I picked it up and tied it on my wrist. By tying it, I made the vow to meet its owner. And then I started to get lucky. Oh, it wasn't the euromillion win, but small bliss. For example, I was missing a few cents to buy my croissants, and the baker gave me a gift. At the …
From the day I was told I was an ice cube, I started to melt… I remember the warning signs very well.
From the day I was told I was an ice cube, I started melting. I remember very well the warning signs. Before, I was in the freezer, I didn't realize it. The cold was the ambient temperature. Then she came to pick me up. She took me out of the block, looked at my cracks and cracks, and said, "You're an ice cube!" Already the temperature was no longer the same. The frost and my beautiful crystals were destructuring to form small droplets of sweat that beaded along my body. I was a little ashamed to liquefy… Then she took …
In my suitcase
In my suitcase there is nothing left. I travel with an empty head, I travel light, I will pick up here and there what is lying around, and I will get rid of it in due course. The contents of my suitcase no longer belong to me, it has been redistributed. I crossed a Peking with my Marcel, another with my overcoat, and on top of that my umbrella served as an umbrella. How good it is to no longer belong to oneself, to have emptied one's bag, scattered one's riches and pots to the four winds. Tonight I eat …
The time is approaching
The hour is approaching, and I am still dragging the savate. One last cigarette, one last thought, one last wish, one last will, one last word, and I die. Promised. But, out of pity, let me take my time, watch the mists, listen to the rain, shed a last tear on what I will leave.
As if I believed in it
I waited for Santa Claus as if I believed in it. For sure, he was going to bring me all the gifts of my dreams, and maybe even in addition the wealth, the glory, the honors, the Presidency of the Republic, the Kingdom of Denmark, and avenge my late father. But none of this has happened, Denmark is ruled by an assassin and a usurper, Ophelia is dead, and I am a poor madman, without a gift from Santa Claus, with a past that clutters me, without a future. But defiance of illusions, I am a little Prince in a …
I didn't have time to…
I didn't have time to say goodbye to him. I didn't have time to say a word of love to him. I didn't have time to visit him. I didn't have time to call him. Now it's too late. So what did I spend my time on? What was more important? I've spent my time chasing after my time, I've spent my time killing time, I've spent my time devouring time, I've spent time making money, I've wasted money saving time, our time is running out, and at the end of the day, you always find yourself in the open. …
Fetish
As agreed, I send you… As agreed, I send you this fetish. It is a gri-gri from the time of the Kingdom of Dahomey. It depicts a mother surrounded by her daughters. She is a natural mother, and she is a mother nature. His daughters are called Wind, Rain, Sun, Storm, Lake, Mountain, Petal, Feather, Horn, Hoof, River and Rock, not to mention Moon. She watches over the seasons, cycles, growth, decline, declinations, inclinations, and I am inclined to see in her a benefactor. She heals and heals, she cooks for appetite, she rests from fatigue, she exhorts to effort, …
