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 !
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 →
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 →
A Simple Man If I can get some booze and some albumI can make it run and run and runI can make it run from dusk to dawnI just can make it on my own But of course you can talk to meThink I’m a prince of courtesyBut you won’t get any answerI’m stuck down... Lire la Suite →
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 →
Lucid love I love you dark and I love you blind And I don’t even know if it’s you or me Coming with the whole world to this mess of harmony But I'm here and you are We’re like rock’n’roll stars I feel like I should keep rooted to the ground Don’t wanna get high... Lire la Suite →
She Said
She Said à Julian et Élodie d'après Egon Schiele, Femme assise aux genoux pliés, 1917. She Said she said she was sorry anytime she would goshe said she was lonely in the light of the show how many times did you start to cry in this chamber on your ownhow many times did you have... 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 →
Réveil en fuite Je suis allé cacher mon humeur racornie Avancer sur soi-même où on est le plus soi Est-ce bile terrible acide intérieur Avancer en coquille un ongle détaché qui sèche sans la chair un pétale de bois Ou confusion de maux au mieux la profondeur Nacrée navrée soupçon avide de terreur Je... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 