Mot-clé - USA

Fil des billets

vendredi 7 septembre 2018

have no regrets


mardi 16 janvier 2018

a man altered landscape


trickle down


ou la théorie du ruisselement

samedi 4 février 2017




mercredi 18 janvier 2017

en route



lundi 22 septembre 2014

Jamais !


mercredi 17 septembre 2014

Is it


KC, Seattle, the pension

dimanche 8 juin 2014

Dans les plaines du Montana


J'aimerais que la route ne s'arrête jamais. 100 miles tout sourire. La fraîcheur d'une fille du Minnesota lancée à vive allure à travers la plaine. Putain, faut que tu t'arrêtes.

Where ?
Now ?
Why ?
I don't know. This is it.

Et tout autour des plaines et des fermes et cette fraîcheur d'automne. Et puis tes yeux verts bleus qui vont parfaitement avec le paysage. Le ciel ou le reflet ? Le ciel.

vendredi 6 juin 2014

Old Time Jersey


Maybe I was still dreaming. But I feel I heard the car. Dad's 1959 Chevi had this particular start. A little clic just before the ignition went on. And then he drove away and we never saw him again. And now, when I think about it, I feel like it meant the end of my childhood. Because then I had to take care of mum and Debbie and little Oscar who was still in diapers. I never resented what he had done. I don't really know why, probably because I loved him too much. He was from the old days, when the country was moving forward and there was no TV. So when he got his last check. When they told him he could apply at Trenton, he went into the locker room and broke two fingers hitting the wall. That's what Joe told me later. And then he went to the Red Horse and drank the whisky. And he probably felt trapped like a frog in a barrel as he used to say. And then something happened with some guys from Up-state. A woman was involved. I like to think that he defended her honor. Anyhow, a guy went down and my dad ran from the police. He could never face the authorities. His family was from Mississippi and they were raised like that : when you see the star, just run son.

I was 9 years old when that happened and I always feel like I could have stopped him. If only I woke up from that dream.

Sur la route de Great Falls


There is no fucking way I am going to live there. Nothing to do over there. Nothing to hope. It's just windy and windy and it's cold and the wind comes from the North and nothing can stop the air from blowing. It just flies and flies and runs through the immensity of Canada and even further were no one lives except eskimos and polar bears. Look at me now ! Look at me ! Give me this fucking wheel ! For Christ's sake, stop ! Please stop !

Why would I go there with all this wind and nothing to stop it ? Why would I fucking go there ! You turn around now, you hear me ! Turn around, please.

lundi 26 mai 2014



La revanche du livre. KC, Pensione Nichols, downtown Seattle

jeudi 22 mai 2014



mercredi 30 avril 2014

Pastis time


KC, in Leavenworth

lundi 28 avril 2014

Kathleen Celeste et son bouquet au-dessus des iles San Juan


dimanche 27 avril 2014

Les Américains


samedi 26 avril 2014

Les étudiants en maraude


Auto-stop jusqu'à Stevens.

lundi 21 avril 2014

L'arbre songeur


dimanche 30 mars 2014

variations nocturnes


mercredi 26 mars 2014

Faudrait pas oublier de rigoler un coup


Non plus



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