Allez, je lance la série « rapid », sans e. Tous les jours trois lignes sur quelqu’un ou quelque chose. La première (déjà lue, si « rapid ») était sur Lynch, normal. Demain : sur Carrère. Des bises. Mais suivez un peu !
Only One Single Life
Only One Single Life Hello I’ve been living through the darkSince I was 7 I guessIt was a comic book and the hero was betrayedBy his own generous mind and his lackOf men's mind understanding And then it came to loveI was 9 in a barn that my father ownedAnd this girl I rememberWas coming... Lire la Suite →
Les pentes
Les Pentes Et si tu venais ronronnerDans mes brasContre le vent et les maréesN’oublie pasQue le temps cruel a briséD’autres mâtsNotre heure sera si vite arrivée Il y a des bandes qui s’effacentSous les drapsIl y du jeu dans les espacesSous les doigtsOn meurt seul dans sa carapacePar hasardAvant qu’il soit pour toujours trop tard... Lire la Suite →
Curren time Are we stuck flat on the EarthIn this chamber we have no keyI mean is there some differencesBetween a stone and meAnd what's about the cordial wreathWe assembled together I light a fire on the shoreAm I included in this shipmentYou see the whale breathingOn the horizon lineI'm gonna swim to the edgeOf... Lire la Suite →
Hurry Times : The Missing Piece What should I say when you say there's no hurryWhen you keep it on your sideWhat should I say when you always postpone meShall I keep it on my side You're not in a hurryYou're not in a hurry to see meAnd social time my loveHas nothing to do... Lire la Suite →
Behind the Glass I keep staying wonderingIf I’m right or wrongThe world is awaiting for this day to comeWhen you say helloWith a smile that burns my skinYou dance like you’re aloneBehind the glassYou sing like you’re really goneBehind this glass of lime Do you think I could make it trueMaking this poem come to... Lire la Suite →
Another Planet
Windy Day It’s all winding today In the back streets near the cathedral I feel like I got to crawl All my mind chasing for some friend There’s no place in the world Get a coffee and have a rest I feel it’s burning in my chest A memory reset This lonely day grows to... Lire la Suite →
Outdated Nobody knows if you’re wrong or rightWhen you say the world should be differentTo weight your visions you need a time machineYour ambitions and thoughts trapped in the late 90’s And you often crash on the wall of your own disillusionsTo catch the truth you need a supersonic airplaneTo choose the right word to... Lire la Suite →
21 d’Alban Jacques Bouquette ou Hendrix à Decize 21, comme un cycle lunaire. D’où peut-être l’aspect insaisissable d’un album qui donne envie de devenir critique musical pour tenter d’en exposer le charme et le mystère. Pleins d’une cohérence secrète, les 21 morceaux vous emmènent dans un voyage dont on ne sait pas trop dire comment il a pu... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 