To B or not to B

I was not supposed to be gay.
But, who is supposed to?
Sometimes I ask myself: Am I not trying hard enough?
I mean, maybe I just need to give the straight world a chance, you know…just 1 more chance not more than that.
And afterwards, if I´m really convinced that I don’t belong, …then I´ll be free to come out of that suffocating closet.
Does that have sense?
I´m really looking forward to it, finally getting rid of that musty smell.

Mes adieux

Paris était mon rêve.
Paris était un Parisien dans mon lit.
Paris, la ville de l´amour et des lumières.

Au cas où, le préservatif sur moi.
Au cas où, gardé dans mon sac à main.
Il est difficile de partir quand on a encore des rêves à vivre.
Pourtant, cette fois là, j´ai du partir.

Paris était encore mon rêve.
Paris était le mois  de juin, l´ été, la Fête de la Musique.
Paris était la grammaire, les amis dans la classe, les sorties tous ensemble.
Pourtant,  rien n´est arrivé.

Au cas où, le livre sur moi.
Au cas où, gardé dans mon sac à main, le dictionnaire.
Pleine de photocopies, pleine d´entusiasme pour la lecture.
Trop d´envies d´apprendre.

Cette fois ci, je cherchais la grammaire, pas l´amour.
Cette fois ci, j´ai trouvé la poésie et le désamour.
J´ai connu la saveur de la mort, de la première gorgée de bière.
J´ai appris que l´amour n´arrive pas tous les jours mais une seule fois, peut-être.
Et cette seule fois,  ce jour là, c´est le moment où l´on pourrait presque « tout ».

Merci Eric.

How can anyone love sunbathing ?

No human being in its right mind can put up with those unbearable tanning sessions.

I cant enjoy the hideous temperatures of those "lovely summer days".
I would rather stay at home than end up fried by the sun.

I warn you, the sun is no longer safe.
Not even with sunscreen.

Besides, we have to prevent premature skin wrinkling.

My conclusion:

Rosy white skin should come into fashion again ... 


Saturday night, im walking home, both hands busy with marquet bags.My hair is a mess and im wearing my glasees.Its hot, i went out with a pair of flip flops, a regular hippie skirt and a basic t-shirt.I look hopeless but i feel great.

Next corner, the church.

The sidewalks are full of guests and cameraman. Bright lights all over the main entrance.

A beautiful vintage car with a big white ribbon tied on its roof is parked in full view.

Old people arriving early, they walk hand in hand with the matures.They are all so elegant, men in suits, women in sparkling gowns.The air is filled with a mixture of soap bath fragance, and french perfumes.I 

feel so dirty.

I cant wait to take a fucking bath.



Im your carrier and im your victim.  I always wonder... will you go away or i will just have to live the rest of my life with your weight over my shoulders ?(Or i should say hips ?) Why dont you get mad at me as i get mad at you ? Please ....i beg you to leave me. Ok, at least we could try to get along better dont you think so ? If only i knew i would be your last prey.


This is about a boy in his bedroom who poses in front of the camera. You can see him awkwardly holding in his outstretched hand. And about a girl. Shes having her hair done, she has been doing it for hours. They will take a hundred photos until coming up with one they are happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like them. And after they are done poring over images of themselves, they will post one on their myspace page or their facebook album. Then they will write something like ' I don't give a fuck what you think about me.'


J'ai perdu l'innocence.

Je vais oublier le temps perdu.

J ai trouvé le sens à ma vie!

Maintenant, j ai une incroyable machine.