Angels

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winter. early morning.


i wake up. you're still sleeping or at least thats what i think.
i take the cover off, and start getting out of bed.
You pull me back in and tickle me. i laugh hysterically.
You tell me its too early to get up.
i'm more than happy to be back in bed.
its warm, and when you're there i have no worries.
i fall back asleep like a baby.
i wake up a second time and panic " god i'm late ! "
i rush to the shower.
15 minutes later, the sweet smell of "french vanilla" coffee and the voice of Pavarotti greet me as i walk out of the bathroom. i smile.
my freshly ironed clothes are warm on the side of the bed you made.
all i have to do is get dressed.
breakfast is ready. a ham & cream cheese bagel and a glass of fresh orange juice.
You're calmly reading the newspaper as if you had no idea all those things had been done.
I'm not late... at all. Actually even if i went to school on a turtle's back i'd still be early.
So i smile, sit down, enjoy breakfast. Our conversation is amazing.
We talk about China, about politics in South Africa, " maybe we should consider that trip to Tahiti "...
Is that my shirt you're wearing ?
how can you travel all the way to Montreal with nothing but a brief case and a very small bag ?
You're lucky we wear the same size.
You're unbelievable.
I clean the table, do the dishes,... everything is neat.
I put on my coat on. i'm ready to go.
I open the door first, then turn around and come back to give you a hug.
" Be good ". Of course i'll be.
Thanks for being here. It was just a weekend but it was more than i could ask for.
You never stay long, but i know how hard it is for you to make it here.
And it really means a lot to me.
You're my role model, my hero, an angel. humans call you.. my godfather.
Ever since i was 2, you were there... always, lookin after me.
And no words can express my gratitude.
" I'll call you when i get home ".
I hold my thumb up and close the door.
7pm i come back home, everything is spanking clean and quiet.
My place smells like cuban cigars.
I log into my bank account to pay my bills online
There was a transfer during the day.
You pretend it was a little " bonus to help me cause you know what it's like to be a student",
but its exactly the amount of my tuition. This happens every semester.
Every since i started taking care of my own school expenses and refused to let you take care of it. i shake my head. for a few minutes, You really are unbelievable.
I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Summer. sunset.


I close my eyes. it's like heaven.
I feel like i'm on a cloud, floating in the sky.
Pure joy fills my body. i smile.
Water is splashed on my face. I open my eyes and laugh.
You. me. the pool. the view. the lobster. the wine.
I'm sitting behind you, my hands on your waist, kissing your neck.
you're acting like a baby... as usual, making stupid noises and enjoying the attention.
you turn around and look at me. i dont say anything.
you smile... and kiss me... till we're out of breath.
Life is good.
Running on the beach.
My dog acting wild because the poor boy is a city dog and never had so much space to run.
Your dog acting uppity like it's nothing new.
Diner. Hysterically funny. All those manners we use everyday, out the window.
forks become optional, fingers are gold... we savor, taste, share, laugh... good times.
You sit on the bedroom floor. Alyssa braids your hair. You fake the pain. She pulls your head back to make you feel real pain... you two are both crazy.
Bathroom mirror, you groom my hair. you wanna make sure i look perfect.
i'm scared. you laugh. i hold my breath and look in the mirror.
it's perfect. You get a kiss. hands start exploring bodies.
What is this ?! lol
Outdoor shower. perfumed soap. shorts on. quick shower. We're wet and sexy.
We get to the house party. Sandwich on the dancefloor. You + Alyssa + me.
People join, it becomes a dancing orgy. bodies rubbin all night long.
Looks, kisses, exchanged numbers, smiles, sweat.
Martinis, champagne, and oh so much rhum !!!!!
A walk back home on the beach. We hold hands and share stories.
I close my eyes i'm in heaven. i open my eyes. Your eyes are closed, you're in heaven.
I smile.
Bathroom, long shower, bedroom floor, more exploration.
Damn, this shit is for grown-ups ! And we sure are happy to be grown men :-)
You can be proud, your mama fed you right, your body is amazing.
You wanna call mine to ask her what potion she gave me to make me this way.
We laugh. sex & humour. we are such goofballs.
We climb back on the bed. no sleep. just kisses hands together.
Is that music playing in the background ? How long has it been on ??
What time is it ? oh no ! is this the sun coming up ?
My flight is at 8 am. i'll sleep on the plane.
My bag is ready. I take a cab to the airport.
I dont want you there with me. It would be too hard.
Your tears break my heart. i love you.
thousands of mile separate us. thank god for msn.
I hear the little sound on my computer. i turn around and look at the computer screen.
You say you love me more than chocolate ice cream. i smile.
it means i'm the second thing you love after god... you're stupid.
i shut the computer off. i finally get back to my bed.
i fall asleep instantly.
pure happiness.

My support system. My godfather, and the man i call my frovther lol ( friend, lover and brother). 2 heaven-sent men that are so far away from me, that helped me grow, that contributed so much to the making of who i am today and that i see less and less and for shorter periods of time.
They're slowly fading into the background as i'm growing up as if my independance would make them disappear from my life. Everytime i say that they smile and thell me that it means they've done their job. It's weird, sad, scary but also good, exciting...
Thank you, my angels.

(how many of you nasty freaks were confused and thought i was kissing my godfather in the pool ? LOL)

Look around you... you have angels, thank god for them.

Thought u'd like to...

... see this.
Far from the cute white glittery hollywood snow, this is winter in Montreal, Quebec !

Anyone wanna bbq ? no... ? its understandable

Only way to find your car : a shovel. Then, it takes10 mins to heat the engine and clean all the windows so you can see something while you're driving...

Waitin for a bus in those ridiculous "shelters " when its -10 degrees, and guess what ? the bus is always late !!
Perfect drivin conditions, can u believe i had to take the drivin test for my license in such conditions ?
a cute one...

like i said u need a shovel to find ur car ...
... no shit !
it only makes sense when u leave the city boundaries, there everything is quiet. the snow is beautiful, the snowboarding begins ! :-)
At least kids are havin fun... as usual
Apparently it aint just the kids, some "talented" people r havin fun too...... Well it sure aint no fun to me.

After all the complaints about the weather i heard from my nyc friends, i land here this morning and its 54 degrees outside, ru FREAKIN KIDDIN ME ???? 54 !!!!
This ain't no damn winter, this is a joke, this is spring !!!!!
So before i go back to my beloved cold city where such temperatures will not happen until may, i have the OBLIGATION to make this nyc trip a crazy trip.

Any Nyc bloggers available 2 take me out ?