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 →
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 →
My Hometown Disappeared in my Back
My Hometown Disappeared in my Back The best idea the one I don’t want to embrace When I’m tired to death when I sudden get low And when I feel my face is drowning with the flow Infinity is always slow empty shadow empty burden Under the bridge the time has stopped to make it... Lire la Suite →
Volcano
Don't do art it's too lateThe sun is setting down behind the black curtainAnd if you feel any passionPlease go hide yourself in some cave of your mind It's too late to make the differenceAny pretention has to stand to the wallIt's too late to think you're bornAny ambition will be shot in the back... Lire la Suite →
Cornucopia Oh yes I’m ruining the world Every word I say is like a pickpocket crooked hand If you raise the curtain You will see how such indecency Is in my mind I don’t say I don’t believe in I don’t say I’m not waiting for some light Simply my world is inhabited by seeches... Lire la Suite →
Remorse
Remorse A limitation date An expiration time Our debts are standing there A yoghurt in the fridgeI search for a button Blow them up one for all A riot in the street Is crossing my window I hear sounds of fury Drilling bones through my wallIs it our current times We can’t forget ourselves We... Lire la Suite →
Just Slap it Down
Just Slap it Down This pretention to be someone Just slap it downThis foolish eager to exist Just slap it down This ambition to be applauded By everyone Even the ones that you despiseUnder your chestOn the blackest side of your mindJust right in timeJust pack your things and heat the road You're just an... Lire la Suite →
Paysage Encore / Still Landscape L’intranquillité torsion Intranquility torsionC’est la mise minimum This is the lowest betL’assiette à rétablir Landing attitude to be holdLa règle d’aviation Flying rule it is Pensées prédatrices qui volent des lambeaux de chair Predatory thougths pilfering some shreds of fleshAu territoire des songes From the territory of dreamsCreusent des fosses... Lire la Suite →
Can You Hear Me
Can You Hear Me I feel free I'm deliveredBut still I've a stone rambling on in my sackWhat does it meanShould I stay quiet If I am not a Saint am I allowed to talkTo anyoneI have no seeblingTo anyone who trust meI have no friend Let's talk about the stoneLet's talk what it is... Lire la Suite →
It’s All Coming Down It’s all coming downBut we can dig this spaceIt’s all coming downI feel there is some graceIt’s all coming downTo be deprived from your coreIt’s all coming downI believe we want more It’s all coming downBut we also want the sameIt’s all coming downAre we the ones to blameIt’s all coming... Lire la Suite →
On Est Mieux Après
On Est Mieux Après Eh bien tu vas m'élider tout çaQue veux-tu bout de chandelleOn se passe de la virguleOh oui Céline encore une foisJe sais pas j'éludeLes questionsSurtout les embarrassantes Je vais faire du catimini un artEt là tu as hésitéÇa (me) suffitComme dit Jean-Jacques sur sa porteIl a de la chance il eût... Lire la Suite →
The Leather Scale On the leather scale I would drop my jacket in the river On the leaher scale I would drop my skin and no horizon Nothing to expect I dropped myself And humanity is just an audience Ready to clap But most of all is just ready to blame I’m like a glove... Lire la Suite →
Empty Canon
Empty Canon Oh yeah I jumped semi consciously In a bunch of flames or in a spiky bush I was stranded in some poetical air I didn’t feel any background in my backI was supposed to be pinned onOh yeah let’s announce some harrow I’m the best candidate to be called a mean shadow Oh... Lire la Suite →
Plumed in the Distance /Life is Breakfast Life is breakfast I could extend this moment to the end of my life Grapes are my thoughts pumping on the table and rolling to the edge Can you think of a more cheerful and heartwarming present than a plate of scrambled eggs Slow movement for a scene... Lire la Suite →
The Bridge
The Bridge If you walk by the bridge like you walk in the air The sky as a mirror to the river flowing belowTerrors and joys are merging in the whirl And there is no colour though they’re all in the spinDo not name anything if you still want to breath Do not count your... Lire la Suite →
The Rose Tree
The Rose Tree (rock song) I feel like a thousand years of occidental philosophywould crash at my feet and I’d smileI feel like I could break into pieces of glassand barefoot on fire I could defy this critic massI feel like tons of remorse would fall like snow around mewith me not even feeling the... Lire la Suite →
I Quit
I quit I quitI quit for everWhatever you could say is a Watergate to meI quit for realI measure the distanceI quit for real cause I don’t want to be blurred anymoreI'll stop dropping my fishing crock from the shoreThe wind drilled my ears to vertigoYou mean some words are supposed to be said soI... Lire la Suite →
Coloured Plates
Coloured Plates Blue Is More Than Blue I can swim at night among them gigantic ice cubesI can undress some goddess at the top of a mountain of truthand in each of my smiles I could offer infinityI could disguise all the drama at the bottom of a cup of tea I’m a princeI’m a... Lire la Suite →
The Saloon of Good Fortune
The Saloon of Good Fortune if you can pass the doorthen you are much welcomehave a seat you don’t careabout them overlookhave a sip have a breathand you can feel the pressyou gonna fly soonit’s all demons and furstake a smoke before noon it’s always too late it’s never right in timeit’s like it’s a... Lire la Suite →
Wine Times
Wine Times I’m drinking much of wineIt’s all whispers and spinesGrowing like a shadowAnd some dreams are comingIn such a weird hollow I’m drinking much of wineAll afternoons are mineAnd I drink for nothingBut some epiphanyOr the end of diplomacy You tell me it’s nothing I should complain aboutI’m staring in the sun and the... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 