samedi 7 février 2009



In the abstruse green waterfall

Of a nowhere awareness,

I will go to die.

Die of your tears,

Die of your sorrow.

I will lay my heart

Offered to the sand wind

That trickle long procession

Of insanity

For too long held

In the heart’s pulp.

I am the hero.

This scanty hero,

Made of flesh dripping wet of fear,

Streaming blue blood

By the wounds of self burning.

And that evil surgery

Will strike out my heart of the chest,

And put it at the carpet of disillusions.

I am the hero,

And I am going to die tonight.

At the silver moon, under dark cypress.

I will cut the skin of my tummy

To extract the poison there,

I will bleed my tumor to the bottom.

And head up to the sky,

I will die arms in cross,

Offering my spirit to the galaxies.

And as my life will sparkle

In a rain of thousand stars,

I will join paradise

No heroes are eternal, They are simple men With a mission to achieve. And they most of the time

Are more fragile Than a porcelain cup.

jeudi 5 février 2009



Viens près de moi,
Mon amour,
La porte s’ouvre !
Regarde au loin les tempêtes,
Elles ne sont plus
Pour toi une errance.
Regarde-les se lever
A l’horizon
Comme d’anciennes fureurs
Qui voudraient encore
Te serrer fort.
Et leurs grimaces horribles
Te font trembler
De leurs mémoires de catacombes.
Viens près de moi,
Mon amour,
Et écoute le vent hurler.
Il n’est plus un démon
Car je suis auprès de toi,
Et je saurais lui parler.
Et je leur dirais:
« Toi, le vent hurleur,
Vous les tempêtes furieuses,
Ne crachez plus vos angoisses,
Car elles n’ont plus de force.
Ne criez plus vos terreurs,
Car elles n’ont plus de ciments.
Et vos bras amoureux
Ne peuvent plus l’enserrer.
Et vos yeux languissant
Ne peuvent plus l’attirer.
Car je suis votre maître,
Et je vous ferais plier
Devant celle que vous martyrisâtes.
Et sur la ligne de l’horizon,
Vous irez répandre votre aigreur,
Car ici même,
Je le dis,
Personne ne touchera plus
La dernière danseuse. »

Viens près de moi,
Mon amour.
Et danse.
Dance sur les tempêtes….

Come close to me,
My love,
The door opens!
Look from far the storms,
They are not more
For you a wandering.
Look at them rising
At the horizon
Like old furies
Which would still like
To hold you tight.
And their horrible grimaces
Make you tremble
Of their memories of catacombs.
Come close to me,
My love,
And listens the wind to howl.
It is not any more one evil today,
Because I am near you,
And I could speak to him.
And I would say to them:
“You, the clashing wind,
You them furious storms,
Do not spit your anguishes,
Because they do not have any more strength.
Do not shout your terrors,
Because they do not have any more cements.
And your loving arms
Cannot any more enclose her.
And your languishing eyes
Cannot any more attract her.
Because I am your Master,
From now on,
And I would make you fold
In front of whom you battered.
And on the horizon line,
You will spread your sourness,
Because here even,
I say it,
Nobody will touch any more
The last dancer. ”

Come close to me,
My love.
And dance.
Dance on the storms….

lundi 2 février 2009

I am a signal.....

I am the wind in your mind
I am the question mark that shakes your tree.
I am the rain on your face.
I am the wanderer that questions you.
I am a prayer in your hand.
And a hope that never ends.
I am all signs surrounding you.
I am the shock between good and bad.
And the lightning in the sky.
I am the seven temptations
To light all ways.
I am your duality
I am the tears of joy,
The rain and the sun at once.
I am the apparent contradiction
But the real unification.
I am all your questions without answers
Because there is only answers without questions.
I am revealing your fragments.
I am the tool of their gathering.
I am there to split the false from the real.
I am a doubt in certitudes that brings
Certitudes to higher level.
I am here to show troubles
As a reason to rise.
I am the wanderer for your quest.
I am your faith
And the watcher of its flame.
I am a signal in the sky.
I am here to say
Better a mistake having done our best
Than a success done lazily.

I am the quest of perfection.
Swallow me…