Desire You play the ball behind the lineYou hesitate to play it slideBut in your core you want it deepYou play the line to reach for more You play it at the verticalityComing from above you make it sharpCuting the line you fight against the atrocityOf being flat a butterfly stuck on the sheet Everyone... Lire la Suite →
There’s no Magic in this World
There's no Magic in this World Oh I was very closeEmbracing the sunMore than Icarus's doneBut then it's gone There's no magic in this worldThere's no poetryAll that mysteryIs just in my head The door is closeThere's nothing left in that boxSadness aroseAnd then anger and then intoxWhen you walk on a wireDon't look downDon't... Lire la Suite →
A Tale for Now I’m walking the ground made of grassIn the distance some chimney harasses cloudsOf unfortunate tales never toldI think we need to be astounded You took two pictures of meYou sent them back for an autopsyBut I don’t read in guts of corpsesI’m just following the harmony But in this shade of... Lire la Suite →
You Were So Cold You were just cold as timesLike a two dimensions picture frameWhen it should have been a bubble or a sphere On an ancient painting you can see the canvasBut you were cold as grief dry like ArizonaWe could see the bones in the words you speakAnd even more in the ones... 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 →
I Like their Joy I like their joyI like the joy of themI don’t know them but I like their joyIt’s not mine and that’s whyI like it so much Could you please stop thinking of yoursThose stories outspreading from your coreCould please sit to the river with meI know some ducks who need A... Lire la Suite →
Some Other Birds
Some Other Birds Some birds they sing right through your headNobody else can hear them singIt’s like a concert no one’s heardUnder the sea under the dreamIt’s like a Pompeii rehearsalAll in your headProvidential Some birds are black on their branchesSome others white in the sun beamI’m like a bird dry my feathersWith an invisible... Lire la Suite →
The Sedge Has Withered (You Speak Alone)
The Sedge Has Withered(You Speak Alone) It’s always a bit of a desertWhen you speak alonePeople chatting in the chamberBut you speak alone Is it your own burialOr is it your birthdayYou speak true no denialBut alone on your way I think I’m a musicianWaiting for a set listI think I’m no patricianTo be elected... Lire la Suite →
I’m Sorry I Have to Dream
I’m Sorry I Have to Dream I’m very sorry I have to dreamIt’s driving me to mistakesI'm ashamed ofTo shout out bound to the stakeBut I don’t care I’m not sorry I need the glittersFull around on the floor of the chamberShoot me right to the heartI'll make no complain at the encounter They don’t... Lire la Suite →
There’s Only Love to Break the Rules
There’s Only Love to Break the Rules In this landscape so flat zero's the new horizonIt’s no win-win to walk this EarthIn this existence programmed from your birth to combustionI'm afraid you're walking the ground with some kind of a permissionIs there a single oneIs there a single beingTo care about I’m looking for a... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 