Catégorie : Poetry

Baudelairian Mood

Baudelairian Mood I am drinking my bloodIn the old private barCandies and sugarDrove me apartThe living and the dead I need a pipe and a strawTo drink it directlyFrom the veinsAnd feel the last dropAs a solid conclusionA little stone of truth I pull myself up but it’s not meDoing the job for a reconstructionPlaying... Lire la Suite →

Chrysta (The Rising Fall Cover)

Chrysta (The Rising Fall Cover) 10 people, from different places in the world... most of them usually speak French... but also Danish, Estonian, Russian, Indonesian and... English... they gently accepted to read a text for me... something written for an American singer... they sent the recordings back to me, pretty soon, less than 2 weeks... Lire la Suite →

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Chrysta / 10 For One Song

10 people, from different places in the world... most of them usually speak French... but also Danish, Estonian, Russian, Indonesian and... English... they gently accepted to read a text for me... something written for an American singer... they sent the recordings back to me, pretty soon, less than 2 weeks I had a dozen... from... Lire la Suite →

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Traduction intuitive du poème de Dylan Thomas N'entre pas sans hargne dans cette bonne nuit N'entre pas sans hargne dans cette bonne nuit, Que brûle l'ancien temps et sombre en fin du jour ; La rage, la rage contre la lumière qui meurt. Ainsi les hommes sages finissent par savoir que la ténèbre est juste,... Lire la Suite →

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Chrysta Bell She’s from San Antonio they say it’s in Texas Maybe it’s a desert it sounds like a long breath In a deep silencio with a Mexican thrill Since I never was there I know she’s from Texas A little girl she grows they say it’s a big town Everything is swallowed by the... Lire la Suite →

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Chrysta Bell She’s from San Antonio they say it’s in Texas Maybe it’s a desert it sounds like a long breath In a deep silencio with a Mexican thrill Since I never was there I know she’s from Texas A little girl she grows they say it’s a big town Everything is swallowed by the... Lire la Suite →

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Because I'm a black stone (you know) Shining in the dark So silently waiting For a slide up or down or anywhere Else where there are some spaces left Waiting for the night shining on me I'm a black stone Everybody would agree It's a pretty common comedy (and I should have told you at... Lire la Suite →

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Next Room — Extra poem for La suite en x

Next Room Extra poem for La suite en x This is a room for a studentWhere a woman hiding aloneIs full of fear for everyone Next room next door and next buttonNext time to ring if you can crossThe insensible corridor Forming a claw with your fingerAnd then waiting for no answer Next room is... Lire la Suite →

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