September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA

Birthday

 tweenty eight

Un chien triste qui aboie

Et puis il n'y a plus rien
dans la nuit noire
et brune
qu'une voix qui s'éteint
une vie qui s'en va
et dehors
sous la lune
dans la rue sans amour
un chien triste qui aboie
...

(à Troy Davis)

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA

Have Yourself...

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

*

   *

Michelle Obama, l'icône fragile

Terminé ce jour ce livre. 

Une belle lecture. 

L'Amérique, ce beau pays de tous les possibles. 

Lu chaque matin, 

en compagnie d'un petit café chaud 

et de son sucre noyé

... 

Les mêmes chiens...

Et puis
il n'y a plus rien
dans cette nuit
sans lendemain
qu'une voix qui s'éteint
une vie qui s'en va
et dehors

toujours

et encore

les mêmes chiens
...

(à Troy Davis)

September...

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA

A la recherche de Richard Brautigan

j'ai terminé ce livre aujourd'hui,
devant une bonne tasse de café fumant.
Le sucre s'est dissous
et je n'ai pas d'argent

...

September...

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA

Chinook

J'avais déjà lu "Indian Creek" et "Avant la nuit" de Pete Fromm.
J'ai emporté "Chinook" en vacances. C'est là que je l'ai savouré.
J'ai particulièrement aimé la nouvelle qui donne son titre au livre
et aussi, "La Plus belle du Royaume"...
(en vérité, j'ai tout aimé dans ce livre qui parle du Montana)