The raindrops of the white city. Reminiscence of another life. The sounds of my tinnitus becoming more and more oppressive. I listen to my gut, feel, and the images flow. I remembered moments of joy and innocence during my adventures. Then lightning struck on the Lac Clair and it started pouring. We drove furiously through the forest scaring foxes and deer while listening to Beethoven’s symphony n°5. We avoided an accident. A tear drop. I put out my cigarette on the window sill then shut it, smiling.

Let the tears from the images of the past flow.

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Sous les gouttes de la ville blanche. Des réminiscences d’une autre vie. Les bruits de mes acouphènes devenant de plus en plus oppressants. J’écoute mon corps, je ressens et les images défilent. Je revois les moments de joie et d’insouciance bercé par l’aventure. Foudroiement sur le lac clair et l’averse commence. On s’embarque à toute vitesse à travers la forêt faisant fuir les renards et les cerfs, écoutant hilares la symphonie n° 5 de Beethoven. On évite l’accident. Je verse une larme. J’éteins ma cigarette sur le rebord de la fenêtre et je la referme, en souriant.

Laisser couler les larmes qui arborent les images du passé.

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Brest Montréal

Smoking up my memories with my face all soaked
The wind relieves my boredom under a misty cloak
I see the young neighbour trying new dresses on
But she draws the curtains as I light another one
It’s raining always raining
Dreaming of the streets of snowy Montreal
Nostalgia creeps in with a flare of sorrow
I rejoice and mourn as I stare at the Moon
And the bells in my ear continue rumbling their tune

Catharsis
Birds chanting from Mount –Royal
A symphony , a remedy, an Epiphany
The Snow is falling on Saint-Laurent
And I still don’t know where I wanna be

Overthinking thoughts like overflowing streets
The tide retrieves the stories I had forgotten
We arrived in the middle of the bright lake on a fishing boat
And it started pouring and dazzling and lightning struck
Then we drove like junkies with symphony number 5
Through the forest , animals running by as I learned to drive
We swam the realm of time carelessly
As we screamed reckless to the unfolding scenario
It’s raining always raining

Texte/Illustration : Thomas Hayward