This Is How We Jump Because sometimes the reasons we have to love Are the reason why we can’t The two faces of the climb Sometimes don’t fit with each other Sometimes it’s about a second in advance And we fall from the highest cliff endlessly But this is how we jump And we are... Lire la Suite →
Flesh and Bones Extracted from the middle of nowhereI’m bugging and bugging againCan you see this shadow is not mineCan you hear me talking with this tongue from the skyRuthless and fireI join my hands to pray you to stayCasting the last time we put it on stageI had this fellow clown in my backOh... 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 →
Discours enfantin (pour de vrai) – spécial Noël
Discours enfantin (pour de vrai) Si la parole m’était donnéeQue tu arrivais à point nomméJ’écrirais avec un bouchonBrûlé sur un bout de cartonUn point-virgule au chalumeauJ’emploierai un ou deux mots de tropUne rature au point de ruptureEt trois autres en suspension Je dirais à qui veut bien l’entendreCanicule ou gel à pierre fendreSans la moindre... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 