I’m the Devil I’m the DevilI’m the Devil in chargeI wouldn’t bet on me if I were a gamerI would make it aroundPretending nothing happened And I wouldn’t talk to this guyLife is disharmony I have no friend and I feel I don’t need anyoneI’m a betrayerI smell like sulphur when I’m talking of loveWhat... Lire la Suite →
The Deer
The Deer Black crows aligning on the single wire in the skyAt ten feet from the ground on the open field white and blue in the nightAnd a lonely barn big holes in the roof let the snow fall insideStands in the window in the yellow moonlightFootprints on the path which forces them to faceFrom... Lire la Suite →
Sleeping On (edited 😉 ) I was looking at a starSaying to myself and maybe to itI know that you exist I was trapped it was a holeNo wonder about that I was swallowedAt the most If you ask me I was there like I’d never beenThat was allMe myself stupid thing and the star... Lire la Suite →
Top of the Street
Top of the Street I sit on the edgeWaiting for it to goSit on the edgeFor her to blowSitting at the windowI sit at the top of the streetYou can go you go And I don't really careLook at me sitting in the airLook at me I can blow like the windSit at the doors... Lire la Suite →
Colony
Colony Are we living in a colonyAre all those walls infinityAre we climbing a plane surfaceIs it a mask stuck on your faceI feel my fingers stickingMy coffee dropped on the tableAll the circles are leaningTo this place exactly I feel unstableAre those people walking in lineAm I abused by the sun that blinds meMy... Lire la Suite →
Life Is Life
Life Is Life life is lifeit’s all that matters bro'you feel you drown into butterit’s all that social matter and all cause life is life brotherit’s up to youif you can see it allit’s shining behind the skybehind the strip and this boredom of yours it’s not always blue and most certainly unkindit’s life and... Lire la Suite →
Haiku urbain
Folk Song About Time With No Love
Folk Song About Time With No Love It's like the time is passing by from one to four almost every afternoonIn a thick and slow stream of glueI wonder if there is a clueTo open this door of emptiness and move in a slide to the unknown face of the moonTo burst the goddam balloon... Lire la Suite →
THE GUY (and no more)
THE GUY (and no more) I'm usually the guy no one cares aboutYou always keep the distance but you don't know whyIf it's you or it's them that don't care and flyAnywhere but as soon you've been giving the blue to the whole audience But they come anyhow and they ring on the phoneThey won't... Lire la Suite →
She Said
She Said She said she was sorryshe said for her it was time to sleepshe said she was lonelyshe said she was a star and she did know whyand the time to holdand the time to hold her she said she had to goand he climbs in a holeand he shouts vertigolet the flag return... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 