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Mademoiselle M. Cahiers Mireille Noël 2
Posted: 14/12/2010 in Book, Literature, Novel, Short story, WriterTags: Book, Library, Literature, Novel, Poetry, Short story, Writer, Writing
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The juggler of words
Posted: 11/09/2009 in Book, Literature, Novel, Poetry, Short story, WriterTags: Literature, Novel, Poetry, Short story, Writer, Writing
When the drums begin to beat Down the street, When the poles are fetched and guyed, When the tight-rope’s stretched and tied, When the dance-girls make salaam, When the snake-bag wakes alarm, When the pipes set up their drone, When the sharp-edged knives are thrown, When the red-hot coals are shown, To be [...]
Jazzoologie: le saxophone de la rue sans merci 2
Posted: 21/07/2009 in Literature, Novel, Poetry, Short story, WriterTags: Literature, Novel, Poetry, Short story, Writer
De la rue du Trésor, la rue des artistes-peintres de la rue, je me dirigeai vers la fontaine de Robin des bois. Je venais de terminer, ou presque, la promenade matinale de Cathy-Chien dans les rues du Vieux-Québec. Avant de revenir à l’hôtel, je tenais à faire une halte dans le parc. [...]
The saxophone of the sans merci street
Posted: 05/07/2009 in Literature, Poetry, Short storyTags: Literature, Poetry, Short story, Writer
Jimmy was getting up at 5 o’clock every morning. No matter how he was feeling, its health condition, nothing could keep him into bed. He was always rising up into one quick step, putting on these curious rounds glasses on the top of his nose, the glass he discover in a drugstore and, within [...]
Le saxophone de la rue sans merci
Posted: 30/06/2009 in Literature, Novel, Poetry, Short story, WriterTags: Literature, Novel, Poetry, Short story, Writer
Jimmy se levait à 5 heures tous les jours. Peu importe ses humeurs, son état de santé, rien ne pouvait le retenir au lit. Il se levait d’un bond, enfilait ses mules noires de bazar, ses lunettes rondes dénichées dans un drugstore sur le bout du nez et, en deux ou trois pirouettes, il se [...]
