G.D. and I met in May 2020, on Tinder, in the middle of a pandemic. Soon, poetry became our way of communicating our feelings for eachother, as the months went by, with a 8 509 km separating his city in Brazil from so called ”Montréal, Canada”. This site is an artistic testimony of this strange yet passionate virtual love that kept growing with each passing day.

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Premier baiser

The Dream Tree

March 3rd 2021

La dépression au temps du Covid

Se languir


Um portal

17 mai 2020, Hôpital de Chicoutimi

Sarah Nove Gauthier

Poet, artist and lover



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I wanted to look into your eyes sweetly
hear the wind whisper your name
flip the mirror through your lenses
see the dawn of a day through your eyes

At night we would walk down the sidewalk
discreet, silent, feeling the floor
the rush of others would be torn apart
and time and space would fit in your hand

And the navy blue curtains and blankets
they would be a portal to a new world
your muscle and your sigh would be the way
your sweat and your strenght would be deep

I would remember the first time I felt you
even far away, while you were writing in the woods
when I opened my books and you were on the first page
beautiful, sincere, alive and pointing north

The songs reminded me of your smile
and I imagined touching your hair
and your movements would look like warnings
showing the vivacity of  desire

I would row your deep ocean
and I would see the fantasy in poison
and together we would fall into a deep sleep
and I would wake you up reciting this poetry.