Hector, Episode 1

Dans l'ombre invisible et clémente, il s'avance. Il soupire après cette femme depuis si longtemps que c'en est devenu indécent. La voici, légère et fruitée, presque à sa portée, si lointaine cependant... Comme à l'habitude, elle ne le voit pas. Un an maintenant qu'il la suit, la piste, la traque jusque dans le moindre recoin de ses habitudes. Il sait tout d'elle, elle ignore jusqu'à son existence même. Quelle folie... Lui qui était si calme, si placide, si rangé, et dont le coeur battait juste ce qu'il fallait pour irriger son organisme.

La voici qui ferme sa voiture à clé et se dirige vers l'ascenseur qui la mènera à l'air libre, et libérera ses poumons des vapeurs de gaz d'échappement et d'essence - et, soyons honnête, d'urine ! - qui émanent du parking. 

"C'est le moment !", se dit-il. 

Did you feel the same?

I liked you the very first time I saw you,
Your look and your smile made me melt inside,
How glad was I when you took interest in me...
Did you feel the same?

Liked you even more the second time,
Was so troubled when I looked at you in the eyes,
But how delightful and exciting it was...
Did you feel the same?

Loved our very first night, being so close,
Feeling your body and your warmth against me,
You being here was the only thing I was wishing for...
Did you feel the same?

And how sweet was our second night,
It felt so good when you hold me in your arms
That I couldn't get any sleep this time either...
Did you feel the same?

I feel right, I feel light, I feel free
I feel strong, I feel touched, I feel warm
I'm falling for you, are you falling for me too?

You know you have killing eyes

So be carefull with my heart.

Come to me

If you feel me around when I'm not there
If you can hear my voice in the silence
If you see me smiling in the dark
Come to me my darling, come to me my love.

If you hear me crying in the cold, cold night
If you hear me calling you in despair
If you know i'm no good when I'm away from you
Please come to me my darling, please come to me my love.

If you ever feel sad or hurt or lonely,
If you ever need a place nice and quiet
A caring and discreet presence to rely on
Come to me my darling, come to me my love

Let me heal your bruises and take your pain away
Being there for you is the only thing I'm good at
Being there with you is the only thing I'm longing for
Let me come to you my darling, let me come my love.

Break-up

He pops up into my mind
First thing in the morning,
And yet he's gone.
Miss him so bad everyday,
Feeling so sad and miserable,
And yet he's gone.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

And I keep wondering
If he ever thinks about me...
I thought I was special to him,
Obviously I was just fooling myself.
When it hurts too bad I take a razorblade
And cut my skin, wishing it was his.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

Although he wasn't the good-looking type,
At the time it felt right, warm and safe.
He had the face of an asshole,
His body was a wreck, flesh all flabby
And skin spreading everywhere,
At the time I was proud not to care.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

I felt so confident right away
Thought he was caring and attentive
When he was being overwhelmingly intrusive.
He acted like he knew everything
About me, my life, my choices
Like he could read my mind.

I can't believe I'm still crying,
I can't believe he's gone for real.

He was so self-assured and arrogant,
I felt so little around him,
Awfull, empty, meaningless,
Let him took away so much.
He brought the fragility out of me...
Well, he really fucked me up.

I can't believe I'm still crying
I can't believe he's gone for real.

And now that he's gone
I found my old self back.
Me, myself and I, we get along
Quite well, and life's good again.
Desire, hope, enlightenment,
I do enjoy myself.

I can't believe I was crying
I'm so much better off without him.

And I'm the one with problems
Guess what, I bet you'll never fuck
Someone as hot as I am.
I wish you years of shitty sex
Hope you'll be bored to death
And have to think about me to come.

I can't believe I was crying
Over such a failure.

Déliquescence

L'ombre d'une flamme lèche l'aura
Encore dorée d'un ange déchu
Qui, par de derniers soubressauts mû,
Tente en vain de rassembler ses éclats.

En tourbillons intérieurs il s'abîme,
Ineffable douleur d'une tristesse contenue,
Ne montrant que des signes infimes
D'un mal qui se voudrait sans retenue.

Inerte et infirme de son être,
La colère le hante et le ronge.
Il s'en imbibe tel une éponge
Mais n'en laisse rien paraître.

Il n'a pu l'endiguer et elle a fuit par ses pores
Cette haine qui l'habite et le dévore,
A sa propre perte le menant
Et sa chute précipitant.

Terrassée par son propre tourment,
Son âme intimement souillée convulse,
Et, vouée à un éternel étourdissement,
Du chaton où elle était sertie se révulse.

Je contemple cet ange foudroyé
Par son destin, rabaissé au rang humain.
Je songe aux peines qu'il a endurées
Et pleure en songeant à ses lendemains.

Sombre chambardement

Etau resserré, acéré de mes désirs
De vivre je ne voulais que le rire
Mais peut-on avoir le meilleur sans le pire ?


Angoisse futile, sans relâche cependant.
Une nervosité douloureuse me prend,
Etreinte morbide, aux douceâtres et fétides relents.


Hachés menus, mes idées, mes pensées
Se délitent en un furieux torrent entaché
D'horreur, de haine, de culpabilité.


Il charrie dans son lit l'intime déchirure annonçant
La menace impromptue d'un anéantissement sans précédant, 
Révélant mon être insignifiant dans ses éclats béants. 

Automne

A l'ombre des arbres mordorés,
Des génies endormis poussent de délicieux soupirs,
Des géants exubérants chantent en éclats de rire,
Des fées enivrées virevoltent en une folle farandole.
Les voici à l'accoutumée réunis en une harmonie bigarrée,


Tels les feuillages timorés
Ocres, orangés, verts, bordeaux, écarlates, dorés.
Sous l'effet des soupirs les feuilles commencent à frémir,
Les chants les font bruire, et les rires tonitruants choir
En une spirale semblable à la ronde féerique et folle.


Bientôt se répand une neige flamboyante,
Et des milliers de paillettes incandescentes
Disséminées deci-delà, parsèment le paysage.
Les branches dénudées, ainsi allégées
Se dressent plus sûrement vers les cieux


D'où s'extirpera bientôt la sorcière de l'hiver.
Chassant génies, géants et fées, elle changera
Le roux manteaux en un tapis putrescent 
Où grouilleront des milliers de petits êtres
Dégoûtants, préparant le printemps.

Perfect love

Wouldn't it be nice to go up to the sea
To watch the waves and the sky
The wind whispering, the birds flying
And at the end of the day,
The sun in disguise bend for us.


Wouldn't it be nice to live our lives like this
Just you and me alongside the ocean, 
With seagulls, fishes, otaries maybe to keep us company.
And at the end of the day, 
Retrieve in our small, comfy and warm house. 


I would spend the day dancing with the waves
You would write your music just listening to the wind
We would be together all day long, all life long,
Perfection of nature reflecting the perfection of our love,
Becoming one with the universe, experiencing perfect harmony. 


We would feel the light of the sun, the smallness of the sand
And be mooved by things as if they were us .
And after spending years crying tears of joy, 
We would be so filled with beautiness 
That it'll feel like suffocating with happiness.


And then time would start to lay upon us
I would get hyperemotive, touched by the littlest things
You would get closer and closer to nature
We would imperceptibly start to loose ourselves
And it'll all become a burden to share.