This summer I ran in Gatineau park.
And I was in love .
Madly in love with this warrior
that had conquered winter .
I was falling asleep
in the animal night
full of a cuddly enigma .
Blood pulsing in mystery ...
You knew nothing of my betrayals
which wound along
a path in Gatineau park ,
looking at me so amazed ...
Lone wolf fleeting
in this wilderness ,
when the pursuit of love ,
begged for its hunger ...
Ungrateful rocky path ,
surrounded by an intangible beauty...
Was there no other way
to express that I loved you ?
And I possessed your sighs
like a torment to endure...
Then came the deceptive warmth
of indian summer .
And you left ,perhaps tired
of my departures .
Or is it rather me ,
who stayed in the children\'s realm ?
One day, when september
came aroud ,
my insolent youth
passing me by
without a glance ,
leaving a few white strands
of weariness in my hair ...
I often think of you .
Nomad with no destination
who faces the road ahead .
I miss the rough pebbles
on the long path .
It snowed on Gatineau park ...