Étiquette : Poetry

Baudelairian Mood

Baudelairian Mood I am drinking my bloodIn the old private barCandies and sugarDrove me apartThe living and the dead I need a pipe and a strawTo drink it directlyFrom the veinsAnd feel the last dropAs a solid conclusionA little stone of truth I pull myself up but it’s not meDoing the job for a reconstructionPlaying... Lire la Suite →

Chrysta (complete)

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 →

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Chrysta / 10 For One Song

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 →

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jet de pierre c'est le roc dans ma main qui m'arrachait la peauje l'ai lancé si fort dans le vide et l'espoirque des lambeaux de paume en sont partis de moije l'ai lancé si dur dans les étoiles blanchesque ma main s'est perdue là au-dessus des toits je lance ma misère à force redoubléede refrains... Lire la Suite →

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