Night thief

It's falling rain tears over Brussels.

What becomes of eternal promesses ?

Some bitter mood  melting onto 

the pavement ...

 tell me about your life in Montreal ?

I am still in love with you ,

even in someone else's arms ...

 A night flight awaits me 

that I would not take ...

 I'm just a night thief .

 Long -distance tides talk to me

about that summer 

as if it were a sleeping dream ...

It slowly snowing in Montreal .

 I question your reflection 

 in this mirror ...

 Looking for words  along 

Sainte Catherine in a polar void .

I just remember how weather 

was nice after love .

 Here and now,everything so cold...

 Tell me about your life in Brussels...

I feel like a broken string of pearls

scattering in a blizzard 

of tormented  feelings ...

 Venenous flytrap  in a night flight...

  Does it always rain in brussels ?

I'm in this little bar ,surrounded

by gloomy faces .

 I no longer recognize 

who is the victim or the tormentor...

 Near me there is a  girl  

whom I will never meet .

  Beauty of a renaissance painting 

but I do't see your mystery 

in  her eyes ...

 Sh'es just a stranger in a night flight .

 It's snowing in Montreal ,so slowly ...

I have this taste of your  skin 

around my neck .

This old wool touching me 

like a ritual ...

 All along Sainte Catherine, 

I walk like object of the fog .

 Searching in the here after snow 

for the dissociated echo 

 of our voices .

 You who flew away like a night thief...