C’est á travers les doutes
Que j’al perdu la trace
Le sol sous mes pieds
S’envole
L’abîme entre mes pas
Qui suit la cadence
Du mouvement des échoes
M’envelope
C’est l’amour ou c’est la morte
qui m’exaspère?
-Solipsisme “En lieux béants”
It is through my doubts that I lost my way;
the ground beneath my feet takes flight
The abyss between my steps — keeping pace with the rhythm of echoing steps
Wraps itself around me
Is it love or death
That drives me to distraction?
Val-d’Or, Québec 9/3/26: Québec can stun you with breathtaking beauty not far from the most mundane of sights. . . .
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