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Excuse me Miss, I watched the ghosts pass

The doors opened into a violent gust of wind. I still had his eyes downcast. Three seconds earlier, I admired the plates on the floor with some nostalgia. But my hair flying around my head made me see a little bit higher ... There was a smell of old ice floating in the air. The places were dark and foggy. It was so cold. Neither fear nor confusion, or curiosity could not affect me. I could only see the event, attend a ringside seat to this amazing spectacle.

Murmurs. Half-votes. Laughs, cries, tears, words, too, sometimes. English words, many French and, above all. I could hear excerpts from the distant past, but also a time closer. A puzzle that seemed to take shape before me. Amid all that noise, energy passing was intense. So much so that in the mood of the scene opaline, stood out forms, filaments of this substance in light who took the subtle breezes. I was completely paralyzed. I do not know how long I spent well. Time stood still.

A stampede in my back coincided with beams of light green, blue, pink ... And immediately became the techno beat. People passed, pressed, doors were opening all around me about the shops, the walls were offering me movies. Time for a breath for all this and I turned around. An elderly man put his hand on my arm and ask me to forgive him, it was he who had struck. "Excuse me miss. I was watching the ghosts go !..." He said, before walking away slowly towards the relics of the center ice, removing his hat.

There is always a strange atmosphere at the old forum. But on the eve of the first playoff game centennial pilgrimage took me a whole new meaning. Ghosts of the Forum have awakened. Did I dream this man? The fullness momentary the old auditorium has not hit me. He saw it too. In his eyes that saw everything, saw everything that I have to see. I think the ghosts were just packing up. Leaving a few minutes later, I can swear to have crossed these ghosts, en route for Washington.

I do not think the Canadiens win the Cup. In fact this year I do not believe in anything, I only see what happens. But I admit that passage, there's moments like this that make me smile. I know not whether it is ghosts or just a good momentum, but frankly I spend quality time series until now. A magic floating in thin air. I hold my breath, lest it disappears ...

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An end

There's little pieces that stick
I think not but it appears slyly
Your face comes alive one second
On the smile in the eyes of a passerby.

I do not want to forget, but i do not think I
probe my soul to take off then
These reflections of you, the music of your voice.
I test or exorcise? I reformat.

Yes I remember, I remember living
I found dead and since it seems so old and living
What this far, this doubt and mystery
Mysteries fly, unhooked my words. The

défripent autumn leaves is far
The falling leaves falling into oblivion
I still think about the loneliness of the wind in the trees
But summer soon erase the memory. I

erases you a little time helping me, finally!
The traitor ... it does not often play in my camp.
You're just pieces, crumbs of the crumbs that remain
If silence was written, I would have been the end.

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The shirt

I hung the shirt
She had bad habits
Whatever, nobody sees
It no longer exists, the shirt.

I put away a hundred times
The cursed shirt Then I
resumed my gesture
And the leaves fall to the ground.

I hate it and I want
She lies and me I turn off the pesky memories
white stain
Who cursed the white shirt.