Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times
textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
I Feel The Crowd Growing Again I stand aliveAt the border of freedomI pass the bridgeI swear nothing has more seldomHappened to me AtaraxyWelcoming meI feel the sun along the roadI will undress close to the seaAnd let my lungs full extensionUntil I cannot see the shore Now that we’re downI feel the crowd growing... Lire la Suite →
Maybe I Have a Black Soul You told me I was differentYou told me I was crazyYou told me I'm amazingYou told me I'm so funny You seem to feel some compassionYou seem to feel some pityYou seem to feel embarrassment For this weird being of me But most of all this restrictionI can see... Lire la Suite →
Come on It's Circus Time I always make the same mistake I doIt’s so easy that you probably toI wanna show what’s inside meTime for the lesson of anatomyTo be naked and totally trueCome on with me it's circus time I wanna be an open bookCan we forget it’s for the foolTo be sincere and... Lire la Suite →
I’m a Poet in Nørrebro I’m a poet in NørrebroYou wouldn’t think any time below the flow I goI cross the OAnd some hashtag you wouldn’t allowOn lineI’m a poet in Nørrebro this street is mineIt’s gonna be sweet breath and limeI’m not eager but for the sublimeNo word’s too big when you wanna define... Lire la Suite →
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 →
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 →
Red Is The Colour Streaming on streaming downClose to the wallThe sun is burning the floorIt’s kind of a new worldSo fussy dilutedRed is beating I feel like a pageA blank urging to be fulfilledDelusional on the magic rampage Streaming on streaming downSomeone has to shout in the distanceSomeone has to protest in this empty... Lire la Suite →
10 people, from different places in the world... most of them usually speak French... but also Danish, Estonian, Russian, Indonesian and... English... they gently accepted to read a text for me... something written for an American singer... they sent the recordings back to me, pretty soon, less than 2 weeks later I had a dozen...... Lire la Suite →
Chrysta (The Rising Fall Cover) 10 people, from different places in the world... most of them usually speak French... but also Danish, Estonian, Russian, Indonesian and... English... they gently accepted to read a text for me... something written for an American singer... they sent the recordings back to me, pretty soon, less than 2 weeks... Lire la Suite →
10 people, from different places in the world... most of them usually speak French... but also Danish, Estonian, Russian, Indonesian and... English... they gently accepted to read a text for me... something written for an American singer... they sent the recordings back to me, pretty soon, less than 2 weeks I had a dozen... from... Lire la Suite →
