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 !
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 →
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 →
Emotions Emotions do keep playingWith this mind of mindSo touchy with goddamnedFarewells Life is a stringStranded upon some nonsense gapLife is droppingNew babies on my laps Given what I’ve gotI must sayI am a lucky manGiven what I triedI must sayI won’t ever forget If you’ve gotOne spared hand in your backYou can just twist... 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 →
Capital City
Capital City And if I play this songIt’s like I'm suddenlyBroken insideI’m sure you seeCause I’m leavingThe capital city I miss one stepTo whereverI was climbingAll my insideIs made of cloudsI have to pickThe next colourThis one is darkThis one is justFull of this light of departure Cause I’m leavingThe capital cityBack to the suburbsBack... Lire la Suite →
Memory Board / Auf Spitzen
Memory Board / Auf Spitzen, 27th of December 20.
Memory Board/Auf Spitzen
Memory Board/Auf Spitzen It’s crock and knees and brooks and tearsIt’s cork and breeze torments and fearsLet us see spikes and kite and knightsRandomly spread out on the sheetKnitted in some curtain of nightCan't see the canvas but bet it’s rottenBugs and woodworms larvae you name itLet us celebrate some invisible tragedyShakespeare was born in... Lire la Suite →
trois versions du même poème/three versions of the same poem/drei Versionen desselben Gedichts
trois versions du même poème/three versions of the same poem/drei Versionen desselben Gedichts Je trouve ça drôle ces traductions en ligne. Celles-ci sont plutôt pas mal, on voit le texte autrement. J’ai été amusé par exemple que le jeu de mots du dernier vers disparaisse au profit d’un sens que je n’avais pas complétement en... Lire la Suite →
Fishermen at Sea
Fishermen at Sea Are we still afloat in the wide open seaCan we see one's fellow not too far from one's sightCan you still reach my hand with some accuracyWill your shoulder by mine lean against this long night Under the dark sky let us raise our tempestsWe must be brave together to form a... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 