I dreamed of Bordeaux last night

I was there

Place du Parlement at a chic restaurant

Talking with an old friend who cherished me

He was explaining to me the nuances

And subtleties of the subjunctive

And a mocking laugh escaped me

I was there

Place de la Victoire at a full bar

I yelled at the bartender

What I wanted to drink

In a thick American accent

I was there

Place Gambetta at an elegant café

I saw the rich bourgeois pass by

And the über-sexy guys

I want to kiss the person to my left

I was there

At the Fnac downtown

I was looking for the new Daho album

That I had seen earlier at Virgin

Where a young blonde was humming a melody

I was there

In front of the Grand Théâtre

I was waiting for the bus at midnight

When the hour chills me to the quick

I cover myself with my coat

I was there

Next to the Palais Gallien

In a maid’s quarters

I saw it through a dirty window

The sunrise covered it with colors

I was there

In front of the cathédrale St. André

Where I was contemplating the spires

At the supermarket at Mériadeck

Where a senile old man shoves me with his cart

I was there

On the bank of the Garonne

Where a beautiful and thick water flows like my love for you

At the rue Ste. Cathérine

Where I stumble, drunk with the Danes

I was there

In my bed

In your arms

Sleeping heavily

Happy to be there and there and there…