textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
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 →
A Bird in a Cage Can’t Feel the Wind A blossom fall is the measure upA lonely tune is a miseryI can lose myself in a lonely roomI can easily fall off my treesLike a flower in a caveLike a bird in a cage I can’t feel the wind I’ve been waiting for the sun... Lire la Suite →
The Saloon of Good Fortune if you can pass the doorthen you are much welcomehave a seat you don’t careabout them overlookhave a sip have a breathand you can feel the pressyou gonna fly soonit’s all demons and furstake a smoke before noon it’s always too late it’s never right in timeit’s like it’s a... Lire la Suite →
GRAPES OF WRATH( You’re buying a sorrow that can’t talk ) The owners of the land came onto the land,Or more often a spokesman for the owners came.They came in closed cars,And they felt the dry earth with their fingers,And sometimes they drove big earth augersInto the ground for soil tests. You’re not buying only... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 