Ce n'etait q'un rêve....

Dans un grand jardin enchanté
Tout à coup je me suis retrouvée
Une harpe des violons jouaient
Des anges au ciel me souriaient
Le vent faisait chanter l'été

Je marchais d'un pas si léger
Sur un tapis aux pétales de roses
Une colombe sur mon épaule
Dans chaque main une hirondelle
Des papillons couleurs pastel

Ce n'était qu'un rêve
Ce n'était qu'un rêve
Mais si beau qu'il était vrai
Comme un jour qui se lève
Ce n'était qu'un rêve
Un sourire sur mes lèvres
Un sourire que j'ai gardé
Au-delà de mon rêve

Le soleil et ses rayons d'or
Les fleurs dansaient sur un même accord
Des chevaux blancs avec des ailes
Semblaient vouloir toucher le ciel
Vraiment j'étais au pays des fées

Ce n'était qu'un rêve
Ce n'était qu'un rêve
Mais si beau qu'il était vrai
Comme un jour qui se lève
Ce n'était qu'un rêve
Un sourire sur mes lèvres
Un sourire que j'ai gardé
Au-delà de mon rêve

Ce n'était qu'un rêve
It was only a dream....

(Ce n'etait q'un reve - Celine Dion)

To my father...

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life thats full.
I've traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

Essa era a musica que meu pai sempre disse que gostaria de ser lembrado...

Pai,obrigado por ter me dado a vida que eu tenho,por ter me feito o homem que eu sou,por ter me levado comer pasteis todo sabado e estar euforico com revistinhas do Pato Donald,obrigado por me ajudar com minhas roupas,obrigado por preparar meu cafe da manha,obrigado por me ajudar,obrigado por cantar para eu dormir...Obrigado por todo o apoio, por todo o orgulho de ser meu pai, obrigado pelo amor incondicional.Obrigado por ter sido o meu pai nessa vida.Te encontro em breve...

What?Say it again!

In life I think we prentend all the time. The worst thing is to pretend you didn't hear something someone just said.Even for this french can be polite...You can say "what???" with a nice "pardon?".
Pardon my french,my friends, but in the end this is all about pretending you don't hear what is relevant to the others but not to you.
It's like explaining the difference between sashimi and sushi to a naked dancer, you just can't concentrate...

While in Phoenix....

Sitting here having my breakfast in this nice hotel in Phoenix this morning,all dressed up in my best suit I can't help but wonder how funny some things can be.
I know I am a kid dressed like a exec,then here I go with my kiddy thoughts.
First question: who but my employer would pay a daily rate of 249USD a day to be in a place like this to attend meetings where people say what I already know?
No idea.
Second thought is: I've noticed people just coming in and having this amazing breakfast with no one asking you anything. No room number,no nothing.
Next time I'd be starving in Montreal any morning,I'll get all dressed up,go to Hilton and simply have breakfast at the restaurant for free...
Chez Cora?Nooooooooooo,chez Hilton!
Just have to keep the kid disguised on these suits...

Just have to hide that look "daddy I just had a joint" from my face everytime I lie...

Merci...mes yeux bleus...

Je rêve son visage je décline son corps
Et puis je l'imagine habitant mon décor
J'aurais tant à lui dire si j'avais su parler
Comment lui faire lire au fond de mes pensées?

Mais comment font ces autres à qui tout réussit?
Qu'on me dise mes fautes mes chimères aussi
Moi j'offrirais mon âme, mon cœur et tout mon temps
Mais j'ai beau tout donner, tout n'est pas suffisant

J'ai du sang dans mes songes, un pétale séché
Quand des larmes me rongent que d'autres ont versées
La vie n'est pas étanche, mon île est sous le vent
Les portes laissent entrer les cris même en fermant

Dans un jardin l'enfant, sur un balcon des fleurs
Ma vie paisible où j'entends battre tous les cœurs
Quand les nuages foncent, présages des malheurs
Quelles armes répondent aux pays de nos peurs?

S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Si l'on pouvait changer les choses et tout recommencer
S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Nous ferions de ce rêve un monde
S'il suffisait d'aimer

S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Si l'on changeait les choses un peu, rien qu'en aimant donner
S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Je ferais de ce monde un rêve, une éternité

Merci encore une autre fois pour faire des dernieres jours, les premieres du reste de ma vie.

(extracts from S'il suffisait d'aimer by Celine Dion)

Is love hidden?No,not really.It's around,closer than you think

The worst nightmare is the one when you feel like losing your ability to trust and to give it again to anyone.
And right when you think you could just forget it and maybe hope for it in another life, a pair of blue eyes come to show you that life can be tricky and rewarding.
Je voulais juste te dire merci pour me faire arreter a pleurer, pour me faire sourire, pour me donner des espoirs une bonne fois.
Merci, mes yeux bleus, pour etre "Lajoie" de ma vie.

Je me souviens

This is what is written in all license plates here in Quebec...Je me souviens...which means "I remember"...
When driving here and in traffic jams, you are forced to see this message on and on....
Then, driving these days I found myself forced to think about this phrase.
I remember....
I remember my family, I remember when I was a kid playing around with my friends with my Hot Wheels...I remember my first day in school, I remember my first kiss, when I fell in love for the first time, I remember when the university accepted me, when I made love for the first time, I remember when I got married, I remember when I saw my kids for the first time and finally saw myself as a man.
I remember when I lost everything but my hope and the ones I love.
I remember when I overcame all this.
I remember who I am.
Je me souviens...
That's what stays after you, after you're gone, the rememberance.
Our lives are made of these memories, some good, some bad.
And then I realized: We shouldn't forget, but we should always be able to forgive.