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 →
I Believe
I believe I believe time is supposed to bringSome correction to my mistakesTo fill the blank of my unspoken wordsSome air in my brain and some heart warming thoughtsTo weep with a gentle hand the dust I have made On this path of my own I need someone to believe it tooWhen you shout in... Lire la Suite →
Confiteor every day leads to a statementwhat did I losewhat am I still praying forthe world is not enoughdid I keep it close enough to my stuffwas I corrupted in my election of godsdid I betray my guts to the fake hands of friends I’ll never know but every dayleads me to wonder if I... Lire la Suite →
high quality life i’m gonna play it cristal clear my words are made of gold but it’s a sliver range they quote i’m looking straight to all those things I love from the other side of the flow don’t make it harder I deserve no fake smile it's a lifetime we walk on Earthwhen the... 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 →
A Lonely Night (pop tune) I spent a lonely night Swimming in my thoughts I was like a dolphin Maybe a cachalot (Oh yes I’m French)I spent a lonely night Upwards to the looming land I spent it half awakened In some old memories And all my dreams were right I just have to dismiss... Lire la Suite →
Miniature Carousel
Miniature Carousel Like a shelter in timeI put the ladder asideI see a split in this pictureThe temptation of nostalgiaI surely climb out of depthOn the next rung I miss a stepYou go in circles spinning in placeIn a miniature carousel Is it a land I can seeThrough the crack in the wallI feel so... Lire la Suite →
A Bird in a Cage Can’t Feel the Wind
A Bird in a Cage Can’t Feel the Wind A blossom fall is the measure upA lonely tune is a miseryI can lose myself in a lonely roomI can easily fall off my treesLike a flower in a caveLike a bird in a cage I can’t feel the wind I’ve been waiting for the sun... Lire la Suite →
Christopher-Thomas the Saint
Christopher-Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient world This is my doom they say I have to work on it Does the ancient world still believe in me I bet you do I still believe there is no clue If I’m right or wrong Or alive in a tomb This desert is my... Lire la Suite →
Thomas the Saint
Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient worldThis is my doomDoes the ancient world still believe in meI bet you doI still believe there is no clueIf I’m right or wrongOr alive in a tombMy desert my own private landscape I knew a guy he was a cloudHe patronized with a Russian nameBabouchka... Lire la Suite →
Colony
Colony Are we living in a colonyAre all those walls infinityAre we climbing a plane surfaceIs it a mask stuck on your faceI feel my fingers stickingMy coffee dropped on the tableAll the circles are leaningTo this place exactly I feel unstableAre those people walking in lineAm I abused by the sun that blinds meMy... Lire la Suite →
Those Tears Are Not Mine
Those Tears Are Not Mine I'm seeking in the midnight runI have no religion I'm not looking for funWhat are tracking my feet is a true premonitionI think I've lost my soul in the last wagonLook at theses tears they are not mineNot now not mineLook at these tears they are not mineNot now not... Lire la Suite →
Vertigo (I know)
Vertigo (I know) I am out of depthI’ve been too long walking that roadWhat a miserable pilgrim I picture among you allI can shoot at the sun but I can’t climb a damned staircaseI can't cross through a goddam moleEven if I can spare some timeI would beg on my kneesJust to escape this joke... Lire la Suite →
Tulip Lipstick !
Tulip Lipstick ! (let's have some fun) I would crawl down so many stairsI would command a pair of wingsto put the right lipstick on your lipsto put it right with my fingers it’s a tulip of lovein the fields of freedomit’s a bucket of spinesin some forgotten kingdom we can cross through the wallswhen... Lire la Suite →
She Said (teaser)
She Said (teaser) It's coming soon, sorry ! Just to cheer me up ! Be nice 🙂
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 