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 !
New Born Again
New Born Again I feel relieved because in all nowI don’t wanna get olderAnything that could happen to me nowHas to be registeredAs a point of no gesture I don’t feel cynicalI don’t feel I have to blame the whole worldI just feel like I am doneAnd it’s not from sadness or the whirlOf dementiaAs... Lire la Suite →
Same Place
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 →
Windy Day It’s all winding today In the back streets near the cathedral I feel like I got to crawl All my mind chasing for some friend There’s no place in the world Get a coffee and have a rest I feel it’s burning in my chest A memory reset This lonely day grows to... Lire la Suite →
Emotions Emotions do keep playingWith this mind of mindSo touchy with goddamnedFarewells Life is a stringStranded upon some nonsense gapLife is droppingNew babies on my laps Given what I’ve gotI must sayI am a lucky manGiven what I triedI must sayI won’t ever forget If you’ve gotOne spared hand in your backYou can just twist... Lire la Suite →
trois versions du même poème/three versions of the same poem/drei Versionen desselben Gedichts
trois versions du même poème/three versions of the same poem/drei Versionen desselben Gedichts Je trouve ça drôle ces traductions en ligne. Celles-ci sont plutôt pas mal, on voit le texte autrement. J’ai été amusé par exemple que le jeu de mots du dernier vers disparaisse au profit d’un sens que je n’avais pas complétement en... Lire la Suite →
Fishermen at Sea
Fishermen at Sea Are we still afloat in the wide open seaCan we see one's fellow not too far from one's sightCan you still reach my hand with some accuracyWill your shoulder by mine lean against this long night Under the dark sky let us raise our tempestsWe must be brave together to form a... Lire la Suite →
A Bird in a Cage Can’t Feel the Wind
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 →
Christopher-Thomas the Saint
Christopher-Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient world This is my doom they say I have to work on it Does the ancient world still believe in me I bet you do I still believe there is no clue If I’m right or wrong Or alive in a tomb This desert is my... Lire la Suite →
Volcano
Don't do art it's too lateThe sun is setting down behind the black curtainAnd if you feel any passionPlease go hide yourself in some cave of your mind It's too late to make the differenceAny pretention has to stand to the wallIt's too late to think you're bornAny ambition will be shot in the back... Lire la Suite →
Just Slap it Down
Just Slap it Down This pretention to be someone Just slap it downThis foolish eager to exist Just slap it down This ambition to be applauded By everyone Even the ones that you despiseUnder your chestOn the blackest side of your mindJust right in timeJust pack your things and heat the road You're just an... Lire la Suite →
Paysage Encore / Still Landscape L’intranquillité torsion Intranquility torsionC’est la mise minimum This is the lowest betL’assiette à rétablir Landing attitude to be holdLa règle d’aviation Flying rule it is Pensées prédatrices qui volent des lambeaux de chair Predatory thougths pilfering some shreds of fleshAu territoire des songes From the territory of dreamsCreusent des fosses... Lire la Suite →
I Didn’t Spend this Day on Earth
I Didn’t Spend this Day on Earth (rock song) à É. Oh yeah I was out of this dayout any boundary cancelled my agendacause all the present time was devouredfrom A to Z by some sweet sorcery(and no Alabama) I didn’t spend this day on Earththere’s an ocean of time from just the day beforeI... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 