Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times
textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
Sunday Mood When it’s time, it’s time and too late is pretty soon. When excitement has been spoiled with disappointment, it seems there is no way back. Timing is the rule of any creation Timing is the rule of any birth And when you think about it it’s already the end Timing runs the whole... Lire la Suite →
Time is My Friend Time is my friendI’m happy being grieving while I follow its pathI have to say it before it passes awayThis is my pulse I can feelTime is on my side as a lonely friendI finally metTake my hand take my pulseAt the jointure of my wristAnd you can feel my bloodIs... Lire la Suite →
All Measures Counted Down by a Single Compass Sometimes I feel like I’m done with all these thingsThose stories for ever gone I feel like I’m completeThe shadows swallowed by the lightOf true evidencesI feel I’ll never embark at nightThat boat againDesert is not a lonely place you can tell when you knowAll my buddies... Lire la Suite →
Same place Same place but couldn’t find what timeI was there beforeIs it a loop I feel better light is smilingThrough the windowsIt’s a breakfast box made of glassI’m familiar with it’s settled on both sidesOf my sentimental diary bookThe time has passed the day is warmerIt’s like the ice I was walking onCan never... Lire la Suite →
Vite Fait J’invente scènes permanence Pourtant l’ambivalence est un repli d’amour Un bien sombre mensonge oubli du songe Mon inconstance et ma paresse à l’échafaud ! Heureusement que nous avons l’impardonnable
Only One Single Life Hello I’ve been living through the darkSince I was 7 I guessIt was a comic book and the hero was betrayedBy his own generous mind and his lackOf men's mind understanding And then it came to loveI was 9 in a barn that my father ownedAnd this girl I rememberWas coming... Lire la Suite →
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 →
All The Way Down I tight my hair or should I let them flowWhen I run to the west in my pearled undercoatAll the frogs and the frog ladies and the froggies fellowAre croaking in the old fashion wayI’m losing my speeches and all the tongues are goneAnd I have no language I crossed many... Lire la Suite →
Confiteor every day leads to a statementwhat did I losewhat am I still praying forthe world is not enoughdid I keep it close enough to my stuffwas I corrupted in my election of godsdid I betray my guts to the fake hands of friends I’ll never know but every dayleads me to wonder if I... Lire la Suite →
high quality life i’m gonna play it cristal clear my words are made of gold but it’s a sliver range they quote i’m looking straight to all those things I love from the other side of the flow don’t make it harder I deserve no fake smile it's a lifetime we walk on Earthwhen the... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 