Long time

Bonsoir,

So i finally made it home and after a computer fixing and an internet connexion not working for a month TruthOfMyYouth blog will be active again! I don't know how active but it will be,

Here's one:

DERIVE II

My thoughts became asphalt.

At the end of the line,
the one i drew with my bicycle,
________i found a table.

Under the big yellow M
that flared in the night
and lit solitude only
________i sat there.

Outside, aligned,
the tables were all deserted,
the city too,
below
________between the lamps,
hundreds of shimmering lamps.

I wrote a few lines
under the eyes of the cameras,
that kept watching just in case.
At a Mc Donald's, i wrote
on the cold metal
of the silent mall
________i wrote.

Some tourists were smoking cigarettes
outside the adjacent hotel
danes, czechs, germans, poles?
They threw the red butts on the floor.
One last puff and i was alone
and finally,
________i was home.

Coup de coeur muscial: myspace.com/decemberagain (normal)

Snowflakes froze my mistakes
a new season, another chance
to make it up to win the race
cause when i left without a trace
it was because i was afraid
to freeze to death
to kiss your face.