First voting ballot

 

not finished

Will work some more on these following paintings

Antibes' fort

 

Antibes' port in the 70's

 

Last Song

The pain seems to drift away…..I get off the street car with Wolf, we’re somewhere on St Charles… he leads me to the temple, I don’t know where it is, we talk while walking and he forgets that he is supposed to show me where it’s at, I’m not aware of that anymore….
we keep discussing and I walk ahead, I turn left, stop in front of the temple and walk up the stairs….. Wolf stops me:
-Hey Frenchee!
-Yeh man ?
-Hell, you told me you didn’t know where the temple was, man ?
-Ohh..yes, but I didn’t….Christ… I swear I didn’t…..
I go out of Warren Easton High School….I’m in the street , going to the sandwich-soda joint near by…he walks toward me, he’s on the football team:
- Hi Frenchee, can I talk to you?
- Sure man
- You’ve got communists in France, right ?
- Yes we do
- You know some communist people?
- Course I do
- Are they normal people? I mean like…you know…you and me? Like anybody, aren’t they ?
- Sure, just people, mostly workers…. Normal as can be
- Yeah that’s what I thought, thanks man, see you…..
That girl calls me….waves me inside a car…. Radio is on….”I got a girl named Mary Boronie
…she’s as skinny as a stick o’ macaroni… you should see her rock n roll with blue jeans on…
two skinny legs n a bag of bones…” Another girl sits in the back, she’s waiting to meet me…” Well I love her n she loves me, ohh how happy now we can be…making love underneath the apple tree.”…. and I walk from school, downtown to Lake Pontchartrain…
Billy stops by me to give me a ride….” This is WNOE …..your crescent city rai-dee-iiii-oooo.
..I found my thrill on Blue-Berry Hill….”
- How do you like that car, baby boy?
- Shit man! Sounds like an airplane…..
Lord …those dark eyes I sank in….suckin’ in my soul…never to be seen again…..
“….on Blue-Berry Hill Where I found you ….” Now the pain’s getting sweeter…almost enough to keep on…..will it be the same again some day?
Graduation ….St Stanislaus….Bay St Louis….Prom Dance…ending up with vicious fucking on her boyfriend’s bed…..disapointment.
“….tell me what I say……Huuuuuuaww huuuuaww, Oo ooo O oo ooo o. hu ho……..”
I’m cracking up…..I’m in my room on the campus….I never felt so alone,my dancing flamme is gone…….I wake up in the psychiatric ward, tied down to the bed, I don’t understand……
They’re burning my brain Lynn…. Help !
-No crying hon, I’d be back….no worries; the devil ‘s made for that…..
and I’m back in Antibes, I take the elevator to Marine’s place and my eyes fall in deep blue waters….we make love without touching, not a word….no promisses, no future…..
I’m in Nice ‘s Art Deco School….wild fuck days….I work with the music on…
“ Day O, Oh day day day O ‘till night come n me want to go home…I work all day and I drink a rhumm…..” I ask young girls to pose for me, I manage to stick my dick in between their legs, they say no but they push me back with their butt, repeating “no no no no…” in time with the beat of my thrusts…and I get tired of that and stay a whole year without sex….
Now I get maried to the wrong girl, ten years wasted…..” sitting on the dock o' the bay watchin a clouds goin’ my way…. Wastin’ ti – ime”…” If you see me walkin’ down the street n’ I start to cry, each time we meet walk on by…” I keep on ..I divorce…I live….I walk in that fast food cafeteria, I see you…promise land, those dark eyes as you look aside, they say “ I told you I’d be back, my man… do you recognize me?” I thank my maker….whoever he is….yes I know what to do…whatever we do… I’ll be true…”I’ve been waiting for a girl like you..” I win…my way of living was my prayer…I refused talent, money and power and all silly secondary vain goals…I just dreamed of your eyes for more than thirty years, your dancing walk and your sweet smile… so I hold on to you… I play with you, all kinds of games… I travel far with you…and I work for you…we buy our first home together… and it’s sundown, I called one of my friends to join us for the night, you giggle…..
In the moonlight coming through the window I spread your legs to make way for his sex and I watch it go in…. I get hard as iron and I kiss your lips on your first moan and I hear your sweet voice expressing your pleasure and I keep silent to hear all the sounds of the fucking, I see your cheeks getting pink and I hear the creaking noise of the bed added to the sound of your flesh being pounded by a horny stiff dick. I keep watching your legs wide open ,your sex responding in rhythm to the stuffing fuck and your low cries of ecstasy as he gives you his load, my heart is burning, my sex is so stiff it hurts and when you have time to look my way you’re blushing and you stick out the tip of your tongue with a knowing look while your insistent glance is directed on my sex…I ‘m so excited I can’t wait anymore and I dig in you where it’s warm, with all my might and I scream like a wild beast and I explode….. you’re moaning and screaming in that girly high tone and the neighbors might wake up but I don’t care…. And now we smoke and talk, we laugh and after half an hour I kiss you and gently bend you head toward his dick….you start sucking him while looking me in the eyes and the whole night isn’t long enough to cool us down, my friend leaves in the morning, dry and empty… we both keep it up for the coming day…. We do things like that for a while… at first you ask me if it’s alright for me to do this… I answer:
- I won’t do things like that with any other girl, it wouldn’t mean anything to me now that I’ve done it with you.
I’m still on fire…I’m upside down…we dropped that kind of play long time ago but we’re together looking after our son, I won’t ever let you down…you've got those soothing dark eyes…. And the sweetest kind of understanding smile….” Oh baby when you move like that…..”
- and you M …E. de Neubourg..will you keep that loose woman for as long as you live, even though it might lead you straight to hell’s burning flammes?
- Yes
- And you girl, can you tame that vicious and sex obsessed dirty man, standing here….
- Yes
“ Down the way where the nights are gay and the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reached Jamaica I made a stop..but I ,sad to say, I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a days….my heart is down, my head is turning around,
I have to leave a little girl in Kingston town……”… on my way……won't be back………………….

Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee------------------------------------------
- Doctor Steevens !!! - Be quiet, let him go…….look at that smile on his face…it’s the end…let him.

Cicada's Call

I’m walking from Cap d’Antibes to Juan-les-Pins, by the « Chemin des Sables » (Sand Path);
it’s around 12:30, it’s hot, the only noise one can hear is the two time beat ‘shhzzz-shhzzz’ of the cicadas calling for mates from the pines trees, the sound of their calls and the smell of my sunburned skin overcomes the noise of my tongs slapping the dusty street, I’m wearing a cleanwhite T-shirt and a blue short.
Everybody’s dining, nobody’s out and there’s no cars in the streets. Just before reaching
Juan-les-Pins, two blocks from Gould’s Pinede, I turn left ; it leads to a quieter residential area. I crave for that low, soothing cicadas’ concert and I walk that street going up, reach the highest point of that small road and start a lazy southern stroll on the down slope.
Some fifty yards ahead, out of a crossing road she appears and resumes to walk in the same
direction as I, walking slow. She’s wearing a mustard bolero shirt that’s tied by a knot, just under her breasts leaving her slim, suntaned waist direct her perfect butt’s motion as she walks on, she’s got a short green skirt followed by two brown legs at the end of which high
heels flip-flops add to her sexy looks as she moves.
I don’t even realize my steps speed up some until I get too close to plan a casual, friendly and smart meeting sentence, I just keep silent and I’ve got to slow down some ten feet away from her, boy do I feel stupid. She slows down too. Lord , she wiggles much more than a while ago
and I can see through her skirt what seems to be two wild cats fighting under the cloth, my
heart beats so hard and she slows down even more, we walk like that and few seconds later
we had a full silent conversation, just by being silent and walking that way we said all.
When she turns in an alley and leans against that portal, I’m so hard it sticks out of my shorts………….and something snaps my whole body……. I wake up…… with a hard on…...
That dream took me back a long time ago, someone moves near me, I look to my right….
a young girl lays on her stomack, sheets artistly removed to reveal the most exciting part of her back….her head is turned the other way….. she’s not sleeping…no….I get hard again…
Cicada’s call.

soul.......

I was born some 30 years ago, my name is not known and I won’t show my face,everything you’ll get from me won’t be real, someone created you as well as me, which means that I didn’t create you but I created characters to match you, to match your stupidity, your lust,
your greedy minds and your unworthy pride.
I won’t tell you about my teen days because you fucked that up too and you don’t know how you did that, I don’t want you to know, even when I amuse myself by giving you hints of what you did, you’re not able to understand, you morons.
Some of you believe that playing chess makes you intelligent when you beat somebody dumber than you, you feel great when you win all your brother’s money at a poker game and
everytime you bring someone down you feel so superior, you drink your brandy after mass on sundays.
All is well, I’m right alongside, pulling strings, I revel your vain aspirations and I know when you finaly understand that someone turned you upside down. I stay silent.
My eyes are red from times passed in front of the screen, weaving my own web and setting virtual traps ready for you to happen.
Very late at night I left-click on the white cross in the red square and my playground shuts down, I checked that everything is under control and running smooth, then I make eight steps to my refrigerator and drink orange juice right from the bottle.
You’re all part of the scenery you scarecrows, dummies and painted dolls, pathetic fools you
are and there’s not a virtual god to help you escape the world I made for you.

Once up..........

Running Deer and Hands Above were adding branches in the fire while White Fang and his pack posted at the entrance of the cave assumed their night watch.
What was left of the family sat in circle around the fire, the flames threw dark shadows dancing on the walls of rocks surrounding the tribe. Great Bear, the chief, spreading his arms
as if to embrace his kinds, was simply capting their attention:
- It is time for the spring council, I, Great Bear, am saying so.We have lost many relatives in the fight with the people from the north but we cannot mourn forever, we must move on to our summer hunting grounds.
Great Bear paused and looked above their heads, to give emphasis to what was to follow he spoke with his bass voice.
nothing…..nothing happens in this world if it’s not according to our own deeds, but the Great One rewards or punish our ways…..AND….we have been punished hard. Why ?
That arose Hard Spear’s attention; that kind of speech did not bring anything good in passed times, he glanced toward One Word across the fire place and got a knowing look in return.
Unaware,Great Bear kept on;
What did we do? Who broke the laws? Who’s always teasing the hunters, mocking their mates and scattering discomfort among the males and females of our family? Who’s mating
with the married men? Can you tell me?
As Great Bear paused again everybody’s eyes turned to Moon Light, the young girl’s lips were shaking and she bent her head down, looking over the dusty ground.
Can someone tell me what should be done to such wrong doing person? Hard Spear stood up.
I can.
Standing up, Hard Spear followed through.
You all know me well, I’m the hunter who killed the black bear in the valley two moons ago, that scar was made by that bear. I never miss with my spear and I hunted and fought alongside you all ever since I was in age of doing so. It’s the first time I stand to speak in front of you, and I fear it’s the last time too. I say, I might be ugly and I might be simple in my mind but the Great One made me as he made you all. No woman ever wished me as mate and I can’t blame anybody for that, I just look down on still waters and I understand.
The only pleasure I got during times passed is the sound of Moon Light’ singing and the sight of her smiles when she dances on the rocks by the river, the way she sleeps, as sound as a baby……and I would miss everything that she is, if the Great One himself wanted to take her life…RAWWWW !! I would fight him to death.
So……Great Bear, since you want to punish Moon Light, I propose she be exiled
along with me and anyone wanting to join us and this very night we’ll walk away never to come back.
-So be it- said Great Bear-and I feel it’s a serious punishment for any female.
-What’s been said and done cannot be undone,so be it-added Hard Spear.
One Word stood up.
-With you !
They took their meager belongings and moved toward the entrance of the cave,Moon Light followed them, as they reach where White Fang sat, Hard Spear talked to the wolf
nobody heard what he said but White Fang and the pack followed the man too.
Next spring, further down south, Moon Light was singing near by a clear stream, her belly was full and round, White Fang was watching over the camp and the puppies were playing in the sand.